León

The medieval walled city of León was built on the site of the camp of the Roman Seventh Legion (hence the name, from Legio Septima Gemina).

Spent the day sight-seeing, and rehearsing.

Puerta del Perdón, in the Basílica de San Isidoro

In the old days of the camino, if you were dying, and couldn't make it all the way to Santiago, you could still get full credit for the pilgrimage if you reached this door.

Our concert here was at the Iglesia San Martín, a tiny church near the cathedral. (I went early, to attend vespers.) There was scads of publicity, both for our concert, and, incredibly, for another concert of Medieval music on the same evening. Ours was well attended nonetheless, with a bit of coming and going towards the back, presumably by people trying to catch bits of both concerts.

And this is where we lost Ginger. A bunch of us walked her down to the train station after the concert, so she could catch the night train to Madrid, and a plane back to Seattle, to help with organizing Eleanor's wedding.