France is a lot more than just long leafy boulevards and cafés on the terrace. For a long time, i’d only know Paris – but there were beaches out there, as well as villages, farms, canyons, and mountains, and many kinds of cheese. So, with a few friends, we road tripped for the weekend to see the south Atlantic coast of France.
Biarritz is the most popular city in this region – a sunny city on the Atlantic, with a collection of impressive seaside castles, beaches, and winding alleys crammed with shops and tourists.
Admire the palaces by the sea
Along the shoreline of Biarritz, some historical architectural masterpieces feel the spray of the waves. Among them is the empress Eugenie’s castle (wife of Napoleon III).
Try your hand at surfing on the Grande Plage
Groups of beginner surfers could be seen lined up on the sand, receiving instructions from the surf teacher.
Eat the local dish, poulet basquaise
By the sea, we ate poulet basquaise for lunch, a local chicken dish cooked in tomato and capsicum, served with fries.
Swim at Anglet Beach
We put our towels down on Anglet beach, a short drive away, one of many beaches running up the coast away from Biarritz. With French summer light lasting well until 10pm, the beach was empty when we arrived in the morning (nobody was in a rush, with still so much day ahead).
As the sun arced through into the afternoon, the beach got busier and busier, blooming with colourful umbrellas and beach towels and children until it became a jam-packed Where’s Wally scene.
I was transfixed by some guy off shore, playing with some kind of jetpack. Presumably, training to be a superhero.
Visit the Basque village of Sare
We were staying in nearby Sare, a tiny, sleepy town at a juncture between winding mountain roads. It was ridiculously pretty. In the morning, the new light fell across Sare through a haze of low-lying clouds, which floated between the trees.
Nearby, the sun would glint off pale terracotta tiled roofs of houses and homestays, and beyond, green hills rolled and culminated in impressive mountain peaks. I witnessed it all through the squeaky wooden windowframes of the hotel (so charmingly old-world, that they didn’t even close properly), and my imagination was running wild a little bit.
It looked like some Roman province, and I could almost picture local legionnaires patrolling the marketplace as farmers traded pottery and livestock.
This part of France was Basque country, with it’s own language and traditions, and aspirations for independence from France (even considering it’s own currency).
Each house shared the same Basque architectural style; heavy stone walls, painted white, with red-brown cross beams and shutters. The steepled church had a tiny graveyard, and several statues.
Lively restaurant terraces gathered around the town’s main square, as did a few small stalls selling gateaux basques, a type of flat cake typical of the region. The countryside was all around, and the town centre quickly led into cornfields via bumpy cobbled ways. Spain was so close, I could almost smell the paella.
Sunbake at Saint-Jean-de-Luz
We finished the day at Saint-Jean-de-Luz, the next town along the coast. Like Biarritz, but not quite so big, it certainly made up for it with the number of people. It had an old town of narrow walking streets, chocolate shops, cheese tasting, leaning buildings and decorative cast-iron street lamps.
The beach was crammed with people as the blinding sun cooled off and set into golden hour. Kids were playing out on offshore pontoons and families were packing up after a long day in the sun. We ordered a round of fruit shakes. A big day out, the French beach experience.