A winter twilight on the Playa de la Concha in Donostia, the Basque name for San Sebastian, a toss of the wave away from the French coast...[driving through Bayonne and Biarritz in the Pays Basque a few years ago, we pique-niqued royally high up on a cliff while watching the Atlantic surf crashed over brave rubberized men perched precariously on long slippery boards!]
This here in Spanish Basque country is also a well-fed and pampered town, the elderly leisured class always immaculately groomed and highly polished and full of sea air vigor...while the young surfers rock the waves on another beach and the seasoned fishermen disappear into the horizon...
This here in Spanish Basque country is also a well-fed and pampered town, the elderly leisured class always immaculately groomed and highly polished and full of sea air vigor...while the young surfers rock the waves on another beach and the seasoned fishermen disappear into the horizon...
We had our fill of hardy pintxos from some of the many tabernas in the old town where we stayed and stocked up on Basque yogur [the best!] and big bars of turron de chocolate...
We walked the port and beaches and narrow streets until dark and the breezes blowing in from the Golfo de Vizcaya had stiffened a few degrees chillier - turning us inland again, heading south towards the warmer heart of Espana...
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