Biarritz

Hello all,

today we hopped in our little car and drove 130k to the costal resourt town of Biarritz. This is an ancient town, in the South of France, not far from the Spanish border.

At different times it has been ruled by the Spanish, English, Saxons and now the French. It was a favorite holiday spot for Napolean. It was an adventure navigating our way through the twisty streets of the old section of the town. We were heading for the Musee de la Mer, we liked the sound of. We faithfully followed the directions of our GPS through a succession of ever narrowing streets as we decended towards a tiny port. At one point we turned into an improbably tiny lane around a blind switchback, realising too late that I was on the wrong side of the road, as another car approached. Debbie had to lean out and fold the passenger mirrors of both cars, the street was so narrow, all the while saying "pardon, pardon" to the amused driver. We have found the French to be polite and patient, wherever we have been so far. Eventualy we found ourselves in a dead end car park, right on the water, and dove into a unoccupied spot. While Deb & I sat recovering, the girls jumped out exclaiming "wow this place is amazing!" Somehow we had ended up about 1k from where we had intended to be, but it didnt matter as we found ouselves in the middle of a postcard. A farytale casltle overlooking a tiny port, carved out of rock, with little houses clinging to the side of the cliff face. There were small cafes, and a walkway around the cliffs, with views of the ocean. It was one of those traveling moments to remember, not what we had planned, or expected...but better.