Showing posts with label Biarritz. Show all posts
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Wednesday, June 28, 2017

Chapter 22wo: Normandy

Normandy

Étretat, on the north coast of Normandy, was our final destination of this big road trip before settling into Paris for two months —the second half of France Once Again. 

We crossed over the Le Havre Pont de Normandie, a large cable-stay bridge that spans the wide mouth of the Seine River where it meets the English Channel. Honfleur? Sorry to say, we by-passed it, and we also had to ignore the road signs to Rouen, Dieppe and other great centres in Normandy. They will not be a part of this Grand Voyage.










Narrow secondary and tertiary roads took us through small villages and farm fields, all aglow with crops of rapeseed.



Day after tomorrow—May 1—our car has to be turned in, in Paris. Sadly, we have left only one day for Normandy. 


We have seen and experienced a lot of France since we arrived on the first day of March.  In some places we stayed for weeks at a time; in others, we stopped for a few days, and in  places. We loved all of it.



Étretat Golf Club
Standing beside Joanne is a wonderful woman named Annick. 

Annick is shorter than Joanne but larger than life itself. She took us in, she shared her home with us, a warm dinner and breakfast. And, of course, she shared her husband, John (Jean). 

Jean and I traded stories of the sea. Like me as a younger man, he worked in the sea trade. I was crew (who among you readers knows this?) and Jean, supplying the ships as a supercargo.


More about sea stories soon: maybe while the blog is still on the coast of France before we head inland to Paris.


Let's go back for a moment to Biarritz (Ch 13). When we were there, Anne-Sophie asked us what our plans were for Normandy before going to Paris. We said we had intended to reserve a place in Étretat, but had not yet got around to it.

"That's my home town, where I'm from," she said. "My parents live near there. My mother helps international student home stays in the area, and rents out a little house in the back garden from April through September. Maybe she has a room available."

A call was placed to mom, but she was all booked up. Daughter lobbied with mother, and we were offered a bedroom in her house, on the top floor. This was Anne-Sophie's room when she lived with her parents. We were delighted. We were honoured.

Our new friend, with a very big heart, was waiting for our arrival. So, we began our last day, not as strangers taken in, but with a big embrace and smiling eyes. Joanne and I talk from time to time over a glass of wine about how alike the greetings were by both daughter and mother.

view from our table to the #10 T-Box

Annick happens to be a member of the Étretat Golf Club. Our tour of the old city began from there, with a glass of Normandy cider at the 19th Hole. From the window of the clubhouse we overlooked a nerve jangling drive.




waiting to T-off from #1, on the left



The Étretat Golf Course is one of the most picturesque in France












Étretat is a very popular destination in Normandy. It happened to be a long weekend in France so parking was hopeless. Annick left her car at the Golf Club and she guided us down into the city from there.



First through the woods, then along a hedgerow and on down into the old city.





Few people enter the town this way.






Once again, we were spared by the weather. It had been raining before and after our outing, but not a drop fell from the sky during our excursion.








Normandy has its share of Medieval half-timbered buildings, but here they are maintained well, and are situated in open airy quarters of the city.






the Porte d'Aval arch


Stand on the beach. Look to the left, the northwest, where you will see the Porte d'Aval. You can walk under it at low tide.




To your right is the northwestern arch, Porte d'Amont.  Zoom in and  you will see that the beach runs right up to the cliff wall. 

A little research revealed that these arches were originally formed by underground rivers. The sea has done the rest.


The limestone cliffs and arches are very accessible. If only we had planned our time better ...




There are many more cliffs, arches, and rock formations on the other side of this one. While I was excited about what I saw, there is so much more on the other side. I highly recommend to readers who are nature lovers, make an excursion to this part of France. Plan it well and take time to explore. If you are a visual artist, bring your creative tools - Claude Monet did, along with other Impressionist artists, Eugène Boudin,  Gustave Courbet ...


Take a look at my photo above with the boat on the shingle beach. Now do an online search for Claude Monet paintings at Etretat and browse his amazing number of paintings to see the different ways he saw this place. One of Monet's original works that looks just like mine - hah - is on display in the Musée D'Orsay.





On our way back to her house for dinner, Annick drove us through the nearby port city of Fécamp, stopping at a majestic old brick building. This is the Palais Béntédictine. Yes,
Benedictine liqueur. It is not my favourite drink, but its story is very interesting. If one needs another reason to visit this region of Normandy, consider putting this historic institution on your list.


Annick, John, et Anne-Sophie, merci beaucoup. Joanne, my occasional editor, has reminded me that you celebrated our arrival with the sharing of a chilled bottle of champagne. Moi, I cannot imagine a more comforting way of spending the last night of our grand voyage. 



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So ends a personal review of a spectacular two months in France - March and April, 2017. Not all has been revealed, of course, but we have shared some highlights.

Google Blogger tells me that as of this posting, there have been 3,400 people checking in for a read. (though I suspect that some of these numbers are "crawlers" - not real people, but robots). 

Thank you all for following along.

If I can say that this has been Part One, then the City of Light will be Part Two. Paris, however, will not get the amount of space that I have used in these twenty-two chapters. 

a bientot!















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Friday, June 2, 2017

Ch 17teen: MAPS

The MAPS for France Once Again

 A travel blog without maps? Here they are now, a little late perhaps, but for the audience that is still with me, some Google Maps screen shots that pretty much cover our round trip journey that began with a flight to  Paris on March 1st,  then back to Paris by car on the first day of May.







 5,200 kilometres in the comfortable, trouble-free Peugeot 308 


March 1 Vancouver to Paris, connecting flight to Nice




Please ignore the clutter of road numbers and driving distance labels. 

March 4 - 11 (by train)  Nice - Menton - Ventimiglia - Nice 






We picked up our car in Nice for the fifty-four day journey to Paris.

April 15 - 17: Hauts de Vaugrenier - Montpellier



April 17 - 20  Montpelier - Toulouse - Condom - Biarritz






April 20 - 25   Biarritz - San Sebastian - Bordeaux - Pugnac - Segonzac




April 25 - 27  Segonzac - Brouage - La Rochelle - Carnac



April 27 - 30   Carnac - Crozon - Saint-Pol-de-Léon - Roscoff -Dinan








April 30 - May 1  Saint-Pierre-de-Plesguen - Étretat
 - Ganzeville
May 1  Ganzeville, Normandy - Paris














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Monday, May 8, 2017

Chapter 13teen: Biarritz and San Sebastian

Biarritz and San Sebastian


Grande Plage


Biarritz is beach, Biarritz is Basque, Biarritz is beautiful, and on and so much more. This seaside city, established in the latter half of the 1800's, lies at the foot of the Pyrenees on the Bay of Biscay.

We have never been here before. Biarritz has not been on our list of places to visit in France, perhaps because of the wrap it has had: you know, a retreat for the royalty, the wealthy, the elite. But that is its early history, and while it remains a magnet for the monied, this is a place for people with many interests, especially lovers of the sea, the warmth, the food and wine.

We finally came here for a look. 




Anne Sophie, the lady of the house, greeted us at the door of our accommodation with such an infectious smile, from head to toe, that my road weariness disappeared at once. We were welcomed to Biarritz with open arms.



The second of our three days here, we went to Spain - just a very short drive down the coast to San Sebastian for some tapas. More on that below.



the blue, the red, and the green


Lucky for us, Anne Sophie had a day off work and was a willing and knowledgeable guide. 

This is the Basque country of France, in language, food and drink, and architecture. The ancient Basque language, that bears little relationship to either French or Spanish, is taught in some schools here. Street and road signs, and business signs are bilingual, just as they are back home in Canada; and as we will find them to be in parts of Brittany with the Breton language.

Basque traditional colours are blue, green and red. These we see throughout Biarritz and the surrounding countryside.

Blue represents the sea - the fishermen
Red represents the blood of animals - the farmers of warm blooded creatures
Green, for the farmers of non-animal agricultural products.

The buildings in the photo above are typical for the area.



Hôtel de Palais


Napolean  lll built this palatial "summer home" for his wife, Eugénie. It has become the signature hotel for Biarritz. We walked freely through the lobby and dining room. We'll get a room next time.


The sculpture at the entrance to the Hôtel de Palais. (the big white house in the centre is many blocks away. My long lens just happened to place it there).





Plage de la Côtés des Basques





The guys on the right jogged, we walked - for about ten kilometres, starting from our room at the south end of town, down into the city, on to the north beach, then all the way back, UP hills and stairs. It was T-shirt and shorts weather. 


Pointe Datalaye

The shoreline includes everything from rocky outcrops and shipwreck  rocks, through old marinas, to beautiful sandy beaches, with surfing waves and calm swimming coves.




















The local marine rescue team put on a show for passersby with a training exercise.




We watched the simulation of a man stranded way offshore, in danger of drowning. A rescue team paddled out to him at speed, dragging a long tether out with them from the shore. 

They secured the injured man on a floating stretcher and brought him to the beach where he was treated with medical intervention.  







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San Sebastian, is a very sizeable city just across the border to the south. For some reason we expected a small fishing town, and were quite surprised at the size of the city. 



We parked in the usual Euro-city centre underground parking garage - challenging to find, to pay for, to exit - then we walked around the streets of the old town like all the other tourists. April 19 is definitely a bank/school holiday week. It was almost like family day at Disneyland (well, not quite).

See the church? 




Now see the closeup of the centre apex (below). I call this the crown, the ship and the ogre. But the student of Christian architecture will have a much less touristic name for it, and a volume of very interesting facts that go way beyond the scope of this blog.














A good friend and fellow traveller (Bill McGowan, I think) once told me that you can always pick out the tourist on the street in New York because he is always looking up, gazing in wonder at the skyscrapers, a perfect target for the pickpocket. 

Well, that's me, I guess, but it is the photographer in me that is always looking up. Actually, I am a bit of a bobble-head, always looking for the next great shot, wherever it might be. 

For example, check out the next picture that I call fishing for love.


I wonder how many people saw these guys up on the third floor balcony in a very narrow street. I have not yet been pick-pocketed, by the way.


We are really here for the tapas and we were not disappointed. Tapas bars are everywhere in the old city. The second tapas bar we went to was far more colourful than the one in the photo, but I had packed my camera away and missed that shot. Sorry about that.



Typically, one enters the crowded bar, standing room only, bellies up to the counter, not rudely, but not casually either or you will never be served. The objective is to make eye contact with one of the busy Basque servers who will hand you a large plate that you fill up with your own personal selection of tasty food samples. This is a smorgasbord with colourful concoctions of seafood, meats, egg, vegetables, sauces and spices - culinary inventions without limit.

This was like eye candy for me. The challenge is to be patient for your turn, not to drool on the platters, not to take too much time with your selection to piss off the Basque guy behind you who actually knows what he is doing and knows that you do not. And, of course, balancing your full plate on one hand, while fumbling with your wallet (trying not to get pick-pocketed for the first time in the elbow-to-elbow crowd), not having a clue how much the server is asking for. One of your four eyes is seeking out a place to stand and eat this stuff, the other is on your partner, so as not to finally lose her in Spain, your third eye is on the small stubby manzana wine glass, marvelling at how the server is able to pour a generous serving of local white from a metre above the glass as is the local custom, without wasting a splashed drop anywhere; and your fourth eye, and so on ... 

A riot of colours and an anarchy of tastes. What a trip, as we would say in the sixties.




The next day, back in Biarritz, Anne Sophie introduced me to her friend, Mark, who together with his brother, run the oyster bar in the covered market downtown. Needless to say, I bought the taster package: 6 huitres + 1 verre de vin for nine euros. And we traded stories too.


les Halles


Place Jean Baptiste Lasalle (below) is one of the most people friendly places we have ever experienced. Why? This is a place where people of all ages, from great grandparents to toddlers, from  jocks to the disabled, can hang out with a drink in their hand, bought at the bar or brought from home. 

Kids are swinging on tree branches, a game of pétanques is being played on the hard packed dirt, bicycles are permitted, as are courteous smokers.



We walked here from our room, five minutes away. I was drinking a cold beer from my backpack, Jo, a glass of Aperol spritzer from the bar at the promenade. This was the magic hour, in the fading light of day when the shadows are long and the colours become saturated.



We gazed out at the perfect Atlantic horizon until well after the sun set.







Dinner Recommendation: La Tantina de Burgos






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