We said goodbye to Spain
this morning after having 75 days here, but not before we visited (the closed)
Dali museum. There was some seriously freaky stuff on the outside so
goodness knows what was on the inside!
It was then 120 miles to a place just southwest of Montpellier .
Balaruc-les-Bains is a small coastal town which we had reasonably high
expectations of, after all it is on the Golfe du Lion which is home to
some decent upmarket resorts. To say we were disappointed is an understatement.
Never go there, it’s rubbish and if Rachel’s dad wasn’t reading this maybe I
would use some different words. Whoever was the architect obviously had a
holiday in a Butlins holiday camp and thought the buildings there were very
avant-garde! Two, three and four floors high with flat roofs and aluminium
patio doors straight out of when patio doors were invented! The most
interesting thing we saw was a load of old geezers tossing their balls (photo
attached) don’t get too excited.
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| Woohoo France, but think we'll give the snails a miss! |
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| What a load of balls! |
We returned to our van to find that we would probably be charged 8.50 euros for stopping the night in this dump. Now call me a miserable old skinflint but this was not going to happen, so we headed off 45 miles northeast to the beautiful little medieval town of
I can honestly say we both believe we have now ‘arrived’ on
the 2nd leg of our euro trip.
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| How much we love this sight even though the French have an uncanny knack of growing their trees in mirror wrecking locations! |
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