After the trauma of the last few weeks, we thought that a day near Perpignan would be good respite for the four of us; myself and the three stooges girls, Annick, Ruth & Lisa.
Perpignan itself was nothing to write home about, so I won’t.
After a lunch of errors, we headed off, on the advice of our somewhat hopeless waiter, to Collioure, a harbour village nearer to Spain.
The overcast sky and constant wind kept Ruth from flinging herself naked into the Mediterranean calm. Fortunately this huge disappointment was offset by a colourful and charming village and, er, ice cream which we all flung ourselves into, albeit not naked…
The cool weather did not appear to put off the hoards. I cringe at the thought of mingling with the likely summer crowds…
The harbour was both attractive and relaxing, giving us the opportunity to forget, momentarily, life’s travails, one of which is the creeping usage of French into the English language…
Altogether a good day, a better day, although the distance driven was a little hard on Annick, as my driving abilities are still somewhat questionable, awaiting my healing foot.
Next week we are off to the hills again for a few days, so hold your breathe for some more photos of trees and stuff.
Phil
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