Day 3...Bulls and no bananas

Day 3, from Larrasoana to Cizur Menor, passing through pamplona, was easier than day one (St jean to Roncesvalles), all uphill, much in rain!....and day 2, Roncesvalles to Larrasoana, all downhill---no, not actually, climbing and then down, and so on, much of the downhill on dirt and loose rock. Yesterday was a much easier day. Passed through Pamplona, where one sees how truly insane are those clowns who run in front of the bulls---the streets are narrower than they look ion television, and no place to duck into.....Upon leaving Pamplona, a very large city, I stopped into a market to buy a banana for an afternoon snack...Sorry! It was just about 2pm, store closing for the afternoon siesta, and no interest to sell even one banana before shuttering the windows. Well, it´s a beautiful custom that people still take tim ein the afternoon to relax and be with their families, but it´s a hassle when you´çre a pilgrim who happens to be passing through town at the lunch break....
Pamplona is also the site of a famous battle injury that St. Ignatius (then a hip young skirt chasing soldier) sustained, which led to his eventual conversion during recovery. One of the major streets in Pamplona is, accordingly, Calle San Ignacio, St. Ignatius´ Street. And, in fact, there is on the street a bar called St. Ignatius Bar, which has a banner with a cute blond cartoon woman, in very short skirt, looking back over her shoulder and winking (I suppose to lure passersby inside). Probably isn´t exactly the image San Ignacio would want to be rememberd for.
Spent the night last night at a hostel which is adjacent to a small 12th century church, no longer in use, but maintained by the knights of malta. So, one can sit peacefully inside it to recover after a long day of walking in the sun.
I´m writing this during a break on day 4 in Puente de la Reina (more on that wheen I get time to post again...for now I have another half dozen miles to my destination for the night)....