Today we rented a car and drove over the Pyranees to France. It was really just a road, but emphasizing the fact that it went over the Pyranees makes it seem much more interesting.
We drove along many steep, winding stretches and eventually ended up in Colllioure France, which is a beautiful port town whose claim to fame is that in 1870 it got 39 inches of snow.
I just have to mention that on the way we stopped at a small town whose name escaped me, and the public parking was in this tunnel. At the entrance to the “parking lot” was a sign in six languages saying that in the event of a heavy rain, you should definitely come back immediately and get your car the hell out of the tunnel.
Anyway, once in Collioure, both of us went swimming . . .
and took a lot of pictures to scout out where would be good places to paint watercolors tomorrow. Actually only one of us did the second thing.
Is it only me who thinks that Catalonian music sounds like a soundtrack to Warner Brothers’ cartoons?
This is the view out of our hotel room. After checking out 20 or 30 restaurants, we ended up getting carry-out pizza and wine and sat by the water enjoying ourselves. Until we realized that we actually needed more pizza so we got another one and finished out the evening sitting on the plaza with two greasy pizza boxes and an empty bottle of wine between us. Welcome to Americans, Collioure.
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