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Charming France and Spain in a Day

I am a sucker for the quaint and cute and so I think I was born to love Europe.  The charm of País Vasco has started to subdue my Sevillle obsession.  The Basque Country is just that amazing.  Whether it’s the French or Spanish side, my senses are completely captured.  Luckily for me I don’t have to chose sides and I can enjoy them both.  If I had to pick between St Jean de Luz in France and Hondarribia in Spain, I wouldn’t know what to do.

Short stop to walk around the grounds of a church before St Jean de Luz

Short stop to walk around the grounds of a castle before St Jean de Luz

St Jean de Luz, a French Basque fishing village and beach destination has a posh air like Biarritz, but in a less pretentious way.  Immediately upon entering the town, I was in love. The Basque style architecture; white buildings with either blue, green, or burgundy accents won me over at first sight. We were enveloped into a French painting of cafes, artists, and easy living.  At one cafe buzzing with beautiful people and their pups, we toasted with glasses of white wine thankful to be where we were and fully present in the moment.

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After a walk through town, Filippo just about had to pull me away, but there was more in store for the day.  Later that afternoon, we re-entered Spain to explore the town of Hondarribia.  Located just across the river from Hendaye, France,  Hondarribia’s small-town Basque charm makes for a worthy visit.  From the moment we entered into the walled Old Town, we were engulfed in streets filled will townspeople lining the streets for the iminent parade celebrating an important French defeat.

A little boy, immaculately dressed in crisp white with a red scarf and beret captured my heart as he proudly followed his mom up the cobblestoned street beating his miniature drum.

We weaved in and out of groups of teenagers, children, and abuelos sipping cañascopas, and Coca Colas down streets dressed in bold Basque flags.

Feeling settled that we had explored enough to cement Honadrribia in our memories, we scoped out a quieter plaza.  We set the closing scene to the taste of vino tinto as little boys raced through the square waving their red scarves like bullfighters.

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4 Comments Post a comment
  1. Lauren S. #

    Hi…Kara? If you could stop going to every place I just traveled to and stop tormenting me, that would be greeeaaattt. Thanks! 🙂

    October 24, 2014
    • Oh Lauren! How I wish you were still in Dublin. Do not worry, my dear. I have a feeling you will all have another stint in Europe in the future.

      October 27, 2014
  2. …Was it a little challenging to be on the French side, language-wise???…The reason I ask is that I’m thinking about going to that part, but my French is less-than-stellar!!…

    October 26, 2014

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