Fishing the Big Waters (but probably not fly fishing) |
More of the big dunes in the making, off-shore |
Moules et riz! |
Before heading on, after three nights near Arcachon, we explored a bit more of the coast, south of the big dunes.
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From St. Emilion we drove back across Bordeaux and out into the region, 40 or so miles west, known as Les Landes. Historically, it has been low land, relatively unsettled, but the last century has seen much reclamation, turning the marshes into vast pine forests on the dunes, all about the size of Connecticut. Driving through it, you'd think you were in the US Gulf Coast area. There are signs of logging here and there, but not really all that much. Just miles and miles of pine forest. At the coast is the town of Arcachon (and several others), seaside resorts that are making a come-back economically. As it turned out, we spent three nights in or near Arcachon, and at the Grand Dune Pilat.
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Arcachon beach
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Ditto
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Broad beach; low tide
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Looking up at the Grand Dune Pilat, south of Arcachon
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Climbing the dune; it's between 300 and 400 feet high, and goes on for a couple miles
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Vicki near the top
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Looking out into the Atlantic, gigantic sandbars, more
dunes in the making
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And the big dune itself goes on some miles
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The very strange collegium church (main religious sites are catacombs, which we skipped) |
Its cloisters; note limestone columns wearing away... |
Interior of the church...three domes, then ribbed vaulting (fashions change), few windows, a good bit of original 12th century painting |
Some of the painting...in the second medallion from the left, the devil is whispering sweet-nothings into someone's ear |
Some "abstract" painting over where some of the plaster has chipped away |
Part of the city wall |
View from near the clock tower |
Clock tower |
Clock tower from the catacombs area |
City portal |
Wine shop where I bought a grand cru; owner plied me with several tastings... |
Macaroons were invented here by the Sisters, so we sampled them (the macaroons), as well as some other local pastries, from this shop |
But, mostly, St. Emilion, an old and beautiful town, is about very fine old wine |
The grape-picking machines they now use just pick from the sides, leaving zillions of grapes to rot on the middle part of the vine; you keep demand (prices) high by keeping supplies low... |
So we helped ourselves; yum, very sweet and fruity, but not sans seeds; maybe I'll plant a few |
Another chateau; this one turned out to be a hotel/restaurant |
At every intersection there are six more chateaux, in each direction |
After visiting St. Emilion the town, we also managed to find the largest menhir in SW France, La Menhir de Pierrefitte, about 5 meters tall |
Closer up of the two towers |
The cathedral's weird west facade, with an even weirder flying buttress at the SW corner |
Hotel de Ville |
Courtyard of the Hotel de Ville |
Part of the Musee de Beaux Artes; or, possibly GatorLand |
I am not sure what this was...possibly Bordeaux's answer to the Pompidiou |
One of the old district's remaining 15th century portals |
Back in the Esplanade, a giant statue of my favorite French philosopher, Montaigne |
Our campsite for two nights; I was quite taken with Bordeaux |
Sunday morning, while Vicki rested her sore knee, I undertook a brief walking tour of old Bordeaux, the St. Pierre district; above, the huge Monument to the Girondins in the Esplanade |
Part of the fountains |
Part of the antiques market in the Esplanade; it really is a big park |
The Maison du Vin |
The Grand Theater, with the 12 muses across the front (12? I thought there were only 7; maybe that's why my aesthetics are not so so well rounded) |
Another huge and beautiful square I could only get a piece of in the lens; the Place des Douanes, with the national customs (as in duties, taxes, etc.) museum |
Looking back northeast along boulevard of quays |
The Esplanade's twin towers, "commerce"
and "navigation," which pretty well sum
up Bordeaux's history
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The arc of the Garonne (later, the Gironde estuary), with
Bordeaux on both sides, for miles
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Looking back from the Footpath, to the two
towers and the Monument to the Girondins
in the distance
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Navigation, pointing the way
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