Today is a big day in France. Not only is it Bastille day, the biggest public holiday in France, it is also the day France plays Spain in the semi finals of the world cup. When the fireworks are set off later, will the French be celebrating more than the birth of the modern French Republic? The aire and campsite opposite slowly began to empty this morning.
We'd decided we would stay another night, so fairly early we walked along the seafront to the nearby town, visited the market and stopped for tea and coffee at a cafe on the seafront, before returning to Marge armed with a still warm freshly baked baguette.
After weeks of intense heat it doesn't feel too warm to Angela now it's only 29c. It feels comfortable. Whilst John took an afternoon rest, Angela sorted out Marge's cupboards in readiness for all the goodies we want to bring home with us. We already have rather a lot of tinned mussels and tuna we bought in Spain. Sorry Marge, there's wine to buy yet, then you'll feel really loaded up! As we enjoy the early evening sunshine across the road at the campsite bar a guitarist is tuning up.
Looks like it's going to be a great evening. Music, football and fireworks. Then tomorrow we'll be telling Marge to 'twende' (swahili for) Let's go! It was the name of Muddy Marges former owners truck camper which he used in Africa.
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