At the beginning of June we went to Biarritz for the weekend, a place I haven’t been to before although I have been to France many, many times (started with a family camping/driving holiday when I was about 16 and I’ve loved it ever since). We went to visit friends who used to live there but have since returned to the UK, keeping their apartment which overlooks the beach. It doesn’t just overlook a beach, which is great in itself, but it has fantastic sound effects as the Atlantic waves crash in to the shore.
The journey was easy. We flew from London Stansted directly to Biarritz (about an hour and a half) and were at the apartment about 30 minutes after landing. The weather was lovely on the Saturday during the afternoon, but by 9pm the rain arrived and was with us for most of the rest of the weekend which was a real shame, although it didn’t stop us going for a bracing walk along the coast on the Monday morning before our afternoon flight home.
On Saturday afternoon we went for a walk along by the beach into town for a browse round the shops (well, it had to be done!) and the customary purchasing of a postcard to send home to my mum. The beach had a few families on it and the odd dog-walker , but mainly it was populated by surfers. The big waves make it a popular place and they were there in their hoardes. Later we went back to the apartment for coffee and cakes – the French are masters of patisserie and know how to make beautiful little cakes and pastries, and package them beautifully too. Mmmmmmm.
We went out for dinner that evening, walking through the town to a small restaurant with a small, but tasty, menu. The following morning it was dry so we decided to drive south along the coast a few miles to the town of Saint Jean de Luz. We parked up and started walking along by the beach when, naturally, it started to rain. We dived into a cafe, thinking we’d have a coffee while we waited for the rain to stop, but ended up staying for lunch as well and then drove back to Biarritz for a quiet afternoon watching the rain lashing against the windows and the grey waves crashing even more furiously onto the beach.
On Monday the day dawned dry, but dull, and we decided to walk from the apartment, along the coast north, past the lighthouse and on for a few miles to a restaurant for lunch. We got about half way before… it started to rain. We carried on, hoping it was just a shower, but eventually admitted defeat and turned round and headed back to the apartment in what was, by now, pouring rain.
I only took a few photos over the weekend, but none of the town for some reason – perhaps because I was so captivated by the sea, and the sounds of the waves, and kept trying to capture the perfect shot of it rather than turning my lens on the town.
Here’s a view of the beach, unfortunately not taken when the sun was shining …
And a view of the town and beach taken from the foot of the lighthouse – rain clouds clearly looming …
On the second night we went out for a meal in a lovely restaurant, Chez Albert, in the old port. The ambience was great and the meal delicious. We started with paella and finished off with creme brulee, both accompanied by some rather fine French wines.
All in all, despite the foul weather, it was a great place to visit and I’m looking forward to the next time I go. Hopefully with better weather!