Day 3 - On the road to Donostia
Mission accomplished; day 2 is over. Woke up at seven, had a bath in our colonial bathtub, overlooked by photos of uptight XIXth century families including scary fat baby with white hat and dress. We went up to the Café la Paix and the 6€ brekkie surrounded by a bunch of old locals who were reading their newspapers, discussing about politics, sipping their cafés and generally pursing their lips á la francaise.
(this was the side overlooking the street, the locals were shunning the sun, well at the back)
A wonderful lamp most suitable for early morning illumination
voici our 6€ breakfast; bigger than the table we were sitting atI ventured in the water and managed to convince Phil to follow. It is not that he dislikes water; he was jealously watching me paddle and float (at the height of my technique in swimming - almost like my mum's) but he had forgotten his swimming costume. Not sure whether he got the "we are going to the beach" bit this morning. So, we proceeded to get his trousers off, underwear off, modesty covered by towel, like in that epic chapter from Mr Bean, then put his shorts again (trousers) and voilá, swimming costume ready. He did swim to the buoy and I guess his pockets did get quite full of water, but it was well worth it.
Ou yea, this is the view I couldn't see while swimming because I'm blind as a bat.So, back to the hotel, quickly washed the sand off, tidied the sea shells gathered for friends, packed and, well, off we went, with a baguette and saucisson in the boot for the next "aire" and currently roasting in the car (not sure if the factor 50 cream is going to work... such hardship)
Bye bye Maison du Palmier, bye bye La Rochelle, and hello road!
Labels: breakfast, Café la Paix, France, holidays, La Rochelle, Maison du Palmier, road trip, summer, tourist
