Pot of Gold

After a severe but short-lived storm on Friday night, a breath-taking rainbow landed just at the edge of the forest, where the ploughed field meets the winery road.

It was rather magical and mystical. 

Basque country

We'd heard so much about Bayonne and the Basque country ... so we decided to go there.

With the ID3 at full charge, we drove south, past Mont de Marsan and Dax. We reached Bayonne after two-and-a-half-hours and still had another hundred or so kilometres in the battery.

We stayed at a hotel by the Pont Saint-Esprit, in a room with an angled view of the river. About a hundred metres down the road, quay-side, was a charging station for the car.

We set off on foot to explore the town ... and what a charming town it is!

Situated on two rivers, the Adour and the Nive, Bayonne has stunning buildings and an old city full of medieval character.

We walked the narrow, cobble-stone streets of Grand Bayonne, along the attractive Rue Port-Neuf, with its interesting shops and restaurants.

Bayonne is noted for ham and chocolate, so needless to say we indulged in both!

While Cliona did some window-shopping in the historical centre of town, I took an outdoor table at the Cafe Central, by the river. Under the early Spring sun, with a pint of beer, I sat and watched the passing parade.

On the other side of an ancient stone bridge, across the Nive, stood a row of four and five-story terrace houses adorned with coloured shutters, of burgundy, blue, soft greens and greys.

In the square, carefree children played and grown-ups walked their dogs.

It was one of those sublime, relaxing, French-café moments that make living in this country such a joy.

We dined that evening in Petit Bayonne at a restaurant called Goxoki. Here we enjoyed, without doubt, the most memorable meal since arriving in France more than five years ago.

Every course was bliss. For the entrée we chose scallops and veal, for mains we chose lamb and monkfish, and for dessert the crepes and chocolate.  

The wine, Cliona's choice, was superb ... a French Catalan masterpiece.

We strolled home, across the elegant Pont Saint-Esprit, with the lights of the grand Haussmannien buildings reflected in the waters of the Adour.