Hotel Le Petit Trianon
Travel Blogs from St-Jean-de-Luz
... br> To get to the beach we had a delightful walk along side the river and a lagoon with egrets and turnstones picking over the falling tides left overs. The walk was planted with a blaze of late summer flowers and it was heavenly to stroll along in the morning sun.
Arriving at the beach, an extensive area of sand with atlantic rollers spewing onto the beach we decided to explore the rocks at one end. Walking along we see a magnificent building which we discover used to be ...
Spanish haciendas that were so popular in Australia in the 70’s (admittedly we
did not travel any further south than Madrid, so maybe they are all there
waiting for us).
We travelled along many minor roads which had two
plusses, we got to see much more of the local villages and we avoided some of
the more ridiculous tolls. Arrived about
lunch time the following day in a seaside resort that looked to all intent as
if someone had come ...
... shopping and little bars. When we were settled in it felt good to cook our own food and stay in one place for a while and have a break from 'travelling.' Luckily we were right near the ocean and in the middle of Biarritz and every day we went for a walk along the rocky cliffs and around town to see what else we could discover. There was sadly no surf for Tom so we had to find other ways to keep entertained. In France baguettes and crepes are eaten very regularly. Our favourite crepes ...
... it still required a bit of pedalling even when going down hill, will need to find a friendly bike mechanic in the morning (or more likely get stuck into it ourselves) to see if the brakes can be tweaked more, as it's bad enough pedalling down hill with brakes on, I hate the though of pedalling uphill with the brakes on (eeek!) .
The accommodation tonight is a double room in a fairly new hostel which seems to be plugging itself for cyclists as ...
... the train was moving quite roughly from side to side and upwards and downwards I suddenly got a flashback from the film "Saving Private Ryan" (the famous Normandy beach disembarking part). I giggled thinking of walkers vomiting into their "helmets" (sun hats), and exchanging letters to their loved ones before they hit St Jean.
The arrival at the station of St Jean was followed by the sixty or so pilgrims rushing around trying to find where they needed to go. ...