Tomorrow is employee appreciation day, some call it Labour Day, the French celebrate La Fête du Travail on the first of May by offering Muguet (Lilies of the Valley).
Last night ST spent the night in the small banquet room of the Hotel in Gimont. The French really like motorcycles.
Jacky wanted to go spend the night on the town
So Valentino followed her out
It was nice to walk around stretching out the road and the cold, we had pizza Libanese style, and a bunch of local beers in a local pub full of local people having more local beers.
Too bad it was such a cool evening, the pool at l’hotel Au Coin du Feu sure looked inviting. The objective of the day was met.
We found a palm three
saw some old buildings
The next morning rested, we left at the very reasonable time of 1130 and headed for the coast.
We only stopped in a rest area for a quick pic nick of cheese, saucisson, and a small glass of Gascogne, a regional red purchased for 2 Euros at tiny gas station, they also sold fresh tomatoes, and warm bread.
Thou shall obey the chocolate rule
To the voices of Portundo, and Aznavour we raced for the coast. Passing our first vineyards with sizable leaves already grown, we caught our first whiffs of the Atlantic 12 km from the shore.
In case you get hungry
White picked fence
Our first stop along the south-western coast of France was Capbreton a small community well known by surfers in search of the perfect wave.
Hard to think that we had just a few days ago left the Alps, the landscape changes so quickly.
This dood wished we was on the North shore, Hang Loose man
Jackie was ready for a stroll
Found a bike event but it was wrapping up by the time we got there.
We followed the coast through Bayonne, than landed in Biarritz, found a nice hotel in the center for 63.00 Euros, a bit steep but last night we only paid 38.00, and it also was May long weekend.
Biarritz is quite posh, boardwalks, cafés, and designer stores. Its beaches parceled by rocky shores, there are tapas bars, and cozy restaurants, you can watch the crashing waves, and the numerous suffers.
Maybe I should get a new suit
Like Shakespeare in the park but more like Molière by the ocean
The city has a distinguished yet quite relax and festive feel to it. Walking around the old port you hear people speak many languages, giving it that perfect European flavor.
We now have been on the road since April 21st, and have done a little more then 2000 km, (less than 200 km a day)
Crossed 4 countries from the northern sea to the Atlantic no currency change no border crossing.
the sun was coming down
So we headed that way
It was time for dessert, we had a choice:
Or this one
Chocolate ice cream spiked with Piments d’espelettes (local hot chilies).
Lets go look at the sunset
Time to go home
Demain les Pyrénées y despues España.
Hasta la proxima...