thalassa! thalassa!

Summers last shout...we were not alone in deciding to go to Collioure. Place was packed, mostly with the serene elderly out for a blast. All masked. Plus it was market day (oh la parking, none) but well policed and generally orderly.

 

The iconic phallic symbol is still there as is the little restaurant Le Templairs which we'd never eaten at before. It's usually coffee and a look at the paintings but we were so late - ref; parking, none - that lunch was vital. Very good indeed, onion tarte tatin?? Never thought of that one.

Pete and Clare and l wandered happily in and out of the expensive shops about while Bob dozed on a bench on the sea front, along with other post-lunch siesta-eeze. Beautiful day.

And this morning in Esperaza it's somewhat cold.