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From Heydane Plage |
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I tipped the bird generously |
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You don't have to wait long to catch a wave here |
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Vicki identified this as the Heydane Rosetta Stone: it simultaneously translates French, Spanish, and Basque; Basque is impossible... |
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We're still eating OK...I have downed my share of oysters in the past, but these are the first three I have ever shucked myself, with an oyster knife purchased (with the oysters) at LeClerq's; "by his own hand," which was not cut seriously; obviously there's a trick to this I have yet to learn |
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Patisserie-bought desserts are a bit easier |
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This is the train station at Heydane Plage, across from which we parked (with a dozen other autocaravanas) for a couple nights; we thought it was the rather famous Heydane train station where Hitler and Franco met in 1940, resulting in Spain's neutrality in WWII (Hitler didn't want any more baggage to carry); actually, the station is in town, we later learned, and it's not nearly as scenic, nor large really; so, I guess the proper caption would be "this is not the train station where Hitler and Franco met in 1940..." |
Heydane is about the last coastal town in northern France before the Spanish border. It is an old resort town with a casino, beautiful beach, very popular with the surfing crowd. Even in winter.
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