An unexpected accolade to begin with – it’s the worst city I’ve ever driven in. Paris, London, Marrakech, Cancun and many others fade into insignificance. It’s huge, busy, lots of bikes, pedestrians and roadworks and no real centre to aim for. So when the satnav said 7 miles and 45 minutes we laughed ……
Anyway, we managed. And parked. And after an hour or so began to get our bearings and began to really like it.
Then headed down to the beach at Arcachon which was a bit far but lovely.
And the best sandcastles we have ever seen.
A couple of French niggles though:
1. Basically you can’t get anything to eat before 7.00. Even in this popular beach town every restaurant was only doing drinks until 7.00.
2. French service in a supermarket was … very French. Do you have small baskets? Non – only massive trolleys. Can you take a massive trolley through the self-serve till because you only have a couple of items? Non. Do cashiers look on as old ladies struggle at the till? Oui. And so on and so on.
But there you go. Who’s moaning?