Villanúa to Jaca

My accommodation last night was idiosyncratic. A traditional casa rural with no frills, however check was entirely on line and once complete you got a code that opened both the main door and one’s room. There was a café next-door where I correctly assumed breakfast was served. I got a reasonable night's sleep, listening to the sounds form the café diretcly below my windows and later the noise of magpies. Briefly, I mistook the sound for nightjars.
Tonight I’m in a comfortable hotel right in the centre of Jaca. There’s a small balacony overlooking the Calle del Carmen where my socks dried in the sunshine. Jaca has always been an important pilgrim halt and has a fine 11th century church (closed) and an impressive 17th century citadel in the shape of a 5 pointed star. It’s moat is inhabited by a herd of deer.
Getting here was joyful. The kilometres went way too fast. Easy off road walking with just a couple of stretches of rocky path, mostly alongside first the Río Ijuez which then joined the Río Aragón. There’s now a bridge over the Ijuez, before 2010 pilgrims had to use the stepping stones, far too far apart for me to be able to negotiate. A railway bridge completes the series, extra.