We drove through some dramatic mountainous countryside this morning and then over a little river on an unexciting looking bridge. There were no signs to tell us, but suddenly the language changed on the shops and billboards. I looked around and saw the magic word - patisserie - we were officially in France.
We drove north for about 10 kms and we arrived in the seaside town of Saint-Jean-de-Luz. I chose this campsite because it was possible to park right on a cliff edge overlooking the sea.
We were lucky as pitch number 8 was free so not only do we have great views, but we can also hear the waves on the beach below us.
We walked into the town this afternoon, and everywhere was packed with French holidaymakers. Friday was a public holiday to commemorate Victory in Europe (VE day), so I think lots of people made a long weekend of it.
I had a quick paddle, mainly just to check that the water was as cold as I expected - then an ice cream, just to check that it was as nice as I expected. Unusually for me I was right on both counts.
Back at the campsite we saw the sunset this evening from our van. Excellent.
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