Cobbles chart the hopeful wayfarer’s trail, punctuating a route into the distance. Today, on the royal Minoan roads running across Crete, a traveler’s tread threads itself — step by step by step — into thousands of years of journeying. Their footfall echoing each boot, hoof, and paw that walked their story this way in times before. From the past, the rhythm of their movements, the pulse of their purpose, are imprinted into these Bronze Age tracks. Their seeking is still in every stone, each one a beacon for those yet to come.