Rest you tired pilgrim

It is said that in Santiago de Compostela, Spain, there is a small booth near the gates of the city, near the place where all footsore pilgrims of the Christian kind pass. It is said that in that booth sits a small old man, clad in a toga, with a worn bicycle tire around his neck.

Occasionally he sleeps; sometimes he eats a humble little meal; most of the time he watches, with great dignity, the pilgrims as they stagger their last few miles to the cathedral.

He does not speak to anyone, but if any pilgrim stops to talk to him, he smiles, points at the bicycle tire around his neck, and shows a card on which is written, in abominably horrible handwriting, this message:


Then he sits down, strokes the tire round his neck for a while, smiles, and says or signifies nothing more.

Some say he is the greatest sage alive. Some do not.

last updated: (Mar 14 2011)