Hendaye is in France
We are going on the passenger ferry to France today, it only takes 5 mins. On the way we popped into the church just across the road and heard a choir singing from the sound system. We assumed it was a recording until it suddenly stopped and we were surprised to see it was a real live choir rehearsing on the gallery above our heads. Maybe they are part of the song and dance festival this weekend.
When we arrived in Hendaye just across the river we found the Saturday market of regional foods and goods in full swing around the marina. Rosemary enjoyed browsing around but we did not find anything to take home.
I walked over the hot sand for a quick paddle in the sea of the Bay of Biscay while Rosemary sheltered from the blazing sun. Picked up a couple of little shells for the rock garden back home and retreated to a bar for some cool beers.
We managed to miss the return ferry twice, but it is every 30 mins and eventually when we did catch it we were the only passengers. Private ferry to Spain - tick.
The music has kicked off again this evening and there are loud explosions from somewhere. Off the investigate.
The explosions were fire crackers being let off by the local football supporters celebrating their teams return to the first division. All very good natured and accompanied by choruses of Sweet Caroline.