Bordeaux - les plages

I said Bordeaux was more than just good wines, but I never really imagined that it was beaches. Yes, just a little drive away, or a slightly longer drive if your sister-in-law is navigating, are lovely beaches, big dunes and a calm bay... and in the bay, live oysters. So there are cute little towns all over the place that seem to live off oysters... I mean tourists... who like oysters and, yes, we're back to... crisp white wine.

On the way to Cap Ferret, one of those little oyster towns, small wood houses with serious charm.


































Lunch near Cap Ferret, and of course we had oysters.




































The beach at Arcachon as the rain clouds briefly threatened.

When my backside was small enough to still fit on the cardboard pallet, from two dozen beers, I remember using said cardboard as a antipodean equivalent of the toboggan. Heading down white sand dunes at what seems to the small backside as serious speed. It is a pity that they don't make six packs bigger nowadays, because a beer box would have come in handy for the highest dune in Europe, the great dune of Pyla on the bay of Arcachon, just a long drive from Bordeaux.

Wishing you sand in your jocks.