The Atlantic coast (French one, that is) has been a revelation-at this time of the year, at least. Seems like half the population are heading this way to camp, cycle, tramp and everything else the French seem to do over the summer holidays. It’s so different from the Med side of France - scenery-wise etc and it seems much more French, less global even though I did see the big M yesterday! We drove through fields of sunflowers-as far the eye could see-a sea of iridescent yellow.
We spent my birthday (yes, that’s what 9th July signifies!) at the seaside in a little village Veux s Mer (just north of Royan)-we spent 2 days at a real seaside hotel-direct access to the beach, lovely walks along the cliff side, architecture particular to this area and a great little food market to amble through
I opted for Moroccan for dinner and what a good choice that was! Had the most divine fish tagine with veg and preserved lemons and olives and Alan a lamb tagine with almonds and prunes and sultanas - and the couscous -ahh, now that was couscous - fluffy and light - best I have ever had. Had to top it off with sweet sticky Moroccan pastries and te de menthe oh, we had Vin de Moroc! Lovely end to a lovely day!
As usual, my photo does do the subject justice-our delightful hotel.
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