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... to Geoff that I thought Hendaye was in the opposite direction. Agreeing, we wait for the train to loop back or shunt out and then head towards its, in our minds, proper destination.
It was not to be and an announcement over the speaker system confirms our fears that this was the train to Paris!! Thankfully it stopped at Biarritz, where we got off waited and caught the train to Hendaye which we would and should have caught at St Jean which was running forty five minutes late. ...
... pulled out the power cord, where a few days before
there had been teeming crowds, noisy interactions, busy food places and
hustlers on every corner now it was overcast, there were rows and rows of
plastic chairs all stacked up, the beach was empty, no buskers and even the few
hustlers seemed half hearted, school had gone back and the party had finished!
We continued to travel along the Spanish coast and spent
another night in the carpark of a marina.
On our way to Biarritz we stopped for a night in Bordeaux to break the trip up. There was no time for more wine tasting but we managed to explore the little city which was very pretty. The wine regions around Bordeaux seem smaller and more privately owned with not as much history as Burgundy so I was glad we chose Burgundy instead. Driving into Biarritz we passed through the small surf town of Hossegor so Tom could check the surf. There was a small wave but it was quite windy and chilly. ...
... have often read that south of the Loire the weather improves and, lo and behold, it did. From a typical misty northern France, with pluie faible, (an excellent term for drizzle) the sun came out and the sky was blue. Not so much of a blessing really because driving south it was a bit dazzling.
The camp site we were aiming at was Le Futuriste, set on a hill close to Futuroscope, an ...
... was our taxi driver. At the end of our walk we stood at the taxi stand, waiting for a taxi. When we got in, much to our surprise, it was the same driver that had taken us to the Cathedral earlier that morning.
When we got back to the hotel, the kids went up to their room. Leslie and I sat on the terrace and, you guessed it, had a glass of wine! After our drink, we went upstairs, laid down and fell fast ...