No time for a run or anything as we had a long journey today. We got up, got dressed and went off to find a café for breakfast. We then went back to the room, completed packing and checked out. We were on the road by 9.30. The motorway out of St Jean de Luz was very busy, with a lot of lorries in particular of all nationalities. The same was true of the N10, though the lorries were forbidden to overtake for long stretches so we were able to make good progress. The final motorway part of the route into La Rochelle was practically deserted. Having covered well over 200 miles by this time, we decided to turn off the main drag and pulled into a little place called Chatelalloin-Plage, where we ate our lunch by the sea. Then we did a couple of miles walk along the sea front in the warm sun, which was very pleasant. We discovered that the village had a 10km race but unfortunately it was on Saturday evening, after we had gone. We drove to our hotel, arriving around 3pm, and checked in.
We decided to go off exploring. We went down to the sea, by way of the park. Then we went to the Vieux Port, where we had a couple of Leffes, as the only appropriate thing we could do at the Leffe café. We came back to the hotel for a little relax and then got changed to go out for the evening. We had planned to eat at a brasserie just across from our hotel, but we discovered that this was completely deserted at 8pm, so we changed the plan and went back to the Vieux Port instead.
We went to Rue de St Jean de Perot, which is lined by restaurants on both sides. Each one of them seemed packed, but we eventually found one with a vacant table, which we grabbed, and ordered our food. We were treated to complimentary cocktails that were so good that they ended up down the drain. While we were finishing off our desserts a guy pushing a baby buggy tripped over, and the buggy came hurtling towards me. A woman intercepted it and the man grabbed the baby, which he threw in the air – it turned out to be a doll. There then followed a comedy routine which must have lasted a full half hour, in which he dressed as a security guard, stopping pedestrians and getting cyclists to dismount. Then he stripped off to reveal a cyclists outfit, produced a set of handlebars and a gazoo and imitated a motorbike (see above), racing cyclists up the street and diving in front of unsuspecting pedestrians. I haven’t laughed as much in ages and it seemed that the same was true for the rest of his audience, judging by the response he got at the end of his performance. The edge was however slightly taken of the evening when we discovered that we had been charged 13 euros for two glasses of Kir.
Room – spacious and comfortable so three stars. Bed comfortable also three stars. Shower, at last, a proper shower, with plenty of room – three stars again.
We decided to go off exploring. We went down to the sea, by way of the park. Then we went to the Vieux Port, where we had a couple of Leffes, as the only appropriate thing we could do at the Leffe café. We came back to the hotel for a little relax and then got changed to go out for the evening. We had planned to eat at a brasserie just across from our hotel, but we discovered that this was completely deserted at 8pm, so we changed the plan and went back to the Vieux Port instead.
We went to Rue de St Jean de Perot, which is lined by restaurants on both sides. Each one of them seemed packed, but we eventually found one with a vacant table, which we grabbed, and ordered our food. We were treated to complimentary cocktails that were so good that they ended up down the drain. While we were finishing off our desserts a guy pushing a baby buggy tripped over, and the buggy came hurtling towards me. A woman intercepted it and the man grabbed the baby, which he threw in the air – it turned out to be a doll. There then followed a comedy routine which must have lasted a full half hour, in which he dressed as a security guard, stopping pedestrians and getting cyclists to dismount. Then he stripped off to reveal a cyclists outfit, produced a set of handlebars and a gazoo and imitated a motorbike (see above), racing cyclists up the street and diving in front of unsuspecting pedestrians. I haven’t laughed as much in ages and it seemed that the same was true for the rest of his audience, judging by the response he got at the end of his performance. The edge was however slightly taken of the evening when we discovered that we had been charged 13 euros for two glasses of Kir.
Room – spacious and comfortable so three stars. Bed comfortable also three stars. Shower, at last, a proper shower, with plenty of room – three stars again.
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