At the market in the open air plaza We began our trip to Biarritz about 3 hours away. We drove through the hills of the Pyrenees mountains, simply gorgeous . It became more forested and horses replaced cows. There was still a great deal of farm land, still many grapes as we were not far from Bordeaux . We passed by Lourdes, which seemed to be a sizable city. I didn't need any healing so we kept on going. We stopped for a quick lunch and Keith bought a beret. It was inevitable. We arrived in Biarritz a bit past 2pm and found our hotel without too much trouble. It is close to the beach and directly next door to a church which means I get to hear the bells chime every hour. I don't mind during the day but at night it could be an issue. Keith went out to do his recon and get the lay of the land and I opted for a nice nap. He returned after finding what he said was a "bitching beer bar" . Time well spent . He also found out about a Basque restaurant off the beaten path for tonight. Of course it is about a 30 minute uphill walk. Everywhere we go requires an uphill climb I'm not kidding. Makeup is out of the question because I just sweat it off. Whatever. I hope it helps work off the croissants.
Biarritz is a very pretty. It is where the Pyrenees mountains meet the Atlantic Ocean . A resort town but not as high end as Antibes, definitely has a Basque feel to it. Keith loves everything and anyone Basque. I'm sure he was Basque in another life. Tonight we eat the food of his people I will let you know how it was. Pics are of the church next door, ocean view from our balcony, and Keith with his new beret. Tomorrow the beach here in Biarritz . I love you Mom. Peace out.
Janet...always nice to hear from you and Keith especially when you have hardly time to blog...but it keeps us poor people content in reading about your dining, driving and digs where you spend the night...
ReplyDeletewe're anxious to hear about the foods next time...your blog just ain't complete without reading about the food and wine...take care...