A Beautiful Day in the Neighborhood (Updated)
Trip Start Jul 05, 2006
19Trip End Jul 26, 2006
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As James had crept quietly away at 5:45 am to work, and Anna had departed at 10:25 for a Paris train, I had the day to myself (and some lingering bouts of sweat). Of course, I spent the obligatory couple of hours at the beach reading, sweating, and people-watching. The French certainly believe in topless bathing for the women and skimpy speedos for the men, but can there be anything more delightful than watching clumps of squealing French toddlers cavorting across the beach, their perfectly bronzed bodies flashing and wriggling in the brilliant sun?
In addition to having une grade plage with long stretches of pristine beach, Biarritz also offers meandering pathways lined with copiously blossoming hydrangeas, and strolling along these paths takes you on a tour of breathtaking views and seaside cliffs
Later that evening, James finally finished up a long week of work, threw on his swimsuit, and ran straight to the waves. His beach-loving soul was soothed by the massive waves perfect for body surfing. Until a calf cramp forced him out of the water, he made up for a week of missing the beach by taking advantage of the relative solitude as the sun mellowed and eventually slipped behind a growing bank of clouds on the horizon. On the beach in front of the casino, groups of people clustered still savoring the warmth radiating from the soft sands. Amidst one group, a man quietly strummed a guitar, the chords disappearing quickly in the crash of the surf.
During dinner overlooking the darkening waves, we were serenaded by a symphony concert, which seemed to spring up almost spontaneously on an open square in front of the beach. In the sea breeze which continued to cool of a week's worth of oppressive heat, we sipped our wine, savored one final beach meal, and listened to the live soundtrack of life. What a beautiful, beautiful day in the Biarritz neighborhood.