Donostia Scenes

We got to Donostia/San Sebastian early the next morning and, much to our surprise, found a spot at the small municipal aire out by the university, perhaps a kilometer from the beach. The aire holds about 40 rigs, but there were perhaps a hundred more parked in all the surrounding campus parking lots, paying a daily parking fee. We spent a couple nights at the Unibersitatea aire, enjoying San Sebastian even more than we had in 2009, then moved on to St. Vincent de la Barquera and the Picos and then Comillas and Bilbao before returning to Donostia for yet another night and two days. There's nothing of surpassing interest in San Sebastian, no world-class museums, no battles nor coronations nor other great historic events—it's just likely the most beautiful small city in Europe, possibly the world, has great climate this time of year, and is Spain's gastronomic center. Plus it was Basque Culture Week, and the harbor area and old town were filled every night with residents and tourists taking in the various performances and then watching what has to be the world's largest week-long pyrotechnic display. Much more of that in due course. In any case, I'll restrain myself and do just four posts from Donostia/San Sebastian: city scenes, tapas bars, culture week, and the fireworks.

Donostia has the most street performers, per capita, of all
the places we've been; well, except Edinburgh, during the
Festival there

Best one-person band ever, so far

Best Sebastian, too, nearly in ecstasy

The place was more than usually mobbed

Ditto

Then things really picked up with the arrival of the old
geezers' band

And then we noticed that everyone was drifting toward the
beach...at 9:30 at night

Sunset over the harbor, half an hour before the fireworks
began (the subject of another post)

Next morning

I am out at the beach, checking out the locals' reading habits

Next night, more mobs, more culture, more tapas, more
fireworks; there would be another night too

Double-decker merry-go-round; one sees these in cities all
over Europe

Another late night out; here we are returning to the aire
after midnight, noticing the scores of RVs parked on the
streets all around

Real-Time Update

We are back in Menlo Park, having parked the camper with Jane and Gordon and flown from Toulouse to Paris and Paris to San Francisco on August 24^th. It is good to be back “home,” to be with Penelope and her parents, and to look forward to somewhat more settled living in the next several months. Moving back in takes time, however, and we didn't get wifi at home until Tuesday, but more posts from our summer trip will continue.

Grandma's favorite reading companion

Kindness Of Strangers In Bidart

We drove on from Lourdes, stopping for a wifi session at one of the McDonald's near Pau,and then headed for Biarritz and the coast, hoping to get as far as old friend San Sebastian and its Unibersitatea autocaravanna stop. But, as we were passing through Bidart, Vicki spotted a lavanderia and we stopped to do the wash and have dinner. In the course of all this, a French couple stopped by to ask about our rig and what we were doing and, ultimately, showed us a nice, safe place to park in Bidart, in front of his mother's house, just across the highway from the cliffs and beach. With the wash and dinner done and our camp thus established, we walked down to the beach for a sunset stroll. 

Looking down toward the beach at Bidart

Showers at sea

Family beach party; grandma (in black) serving; others
fishing, surfing; we are deep in Basque country here

The sixteen mile beach/cliff walkway between Bidart and
Heydane starts here; we might have done a bit of it, but
were beginning to feel there was already enough for our
days left this summer

Lourdes Drive-By Shooting

We tired of the Pyrenees. They certainly are popular with the French and Spanish and others, but are not nearly as impressive as other mountain ranges we have visited, even in Europe. Besides, it was very hot and dry and crowded and there is always much, much more to see in these parts. We proceeded on, and our path took us through Lourdes, one of the world's great religious centers (even the guidebooks say this is the Catholic version of Disney), which we drove through very respectfully and slowly since it was market day and there was no bypass. We took a few pix along the way. We visited Lourdes in 1989, and once was more than enough.

Does Vatican City have a wax museum?

Hotel de Ville

Market day

Important building

Parthian shot of important hilltop castle

Gavarnie, Cirque and Cascade

Next stop was Gavarnie, site of a great cirque and Europe's highest waterfall. We have now seen all of the 3 big Gs: Giverny, Gavrinus, and Gavarnie, representing our interests in arts and humanities, archaeology and history, and mountains.

One of the aires at Gavarnie; not a place for solitude

Environs; very dry, warm, reminiscent of the southern
Rockies, except not so high

We decided to brave the heat and hike out
for views of the cirque and cascade; here is
randonneur Vicki

Looking down at the town of Gavarnie

The cirque

The cascade

Today's flower, with bonus bug

Another flower

More environs

Part of the hike was on the Santiago trail, so we hope to get
another plenary dispensation or at least some time off for
good behavior in Purgatory...

The view from town

On To The Pyrenees

Fortified by Jane and Gordon's hospitality and advice on touring in these parts, we set forth on the last leg of our summer itinerary, the Pyrenees and northern Spain's coast, as far west as the Picos de Europa. As with the trip generally this summer, it was in part new territory for us, and in part familiar territory, with new sights and undertakings.

Driving up the road to the Col du Aspin in the French
Pyrenees

A bit more of the road, narrow, high, and very crowded with
tourists

At the Col d' Aspin

In a valley beyond, scores of RVs parked all over the
meadow

The big mountain in these parts is the Pic du Midi, radio
tower and all, here framed by cows and tipis

The road is/was a major leg of the Tour de France and so is
covered by bicyclistes and messages to bicyclistes

And RVs and other things

Monument to bicyclistes: ride naked!

We press on...

Bastides

From Albi we drove on, generally south and west, for a visit with our new-found camping friends, Jane and Gordon, and a stay with them at their home in Cadeilhan. On the way we passed several bastides--fortified villages--and visited Puycelsi. Dating from Eleanor of Aquitaine, if not before, the English pressed their claims in western France, and for centuries it was a contested country. For a village or town to survive, it had to be fortified. Thus, bastides, the fortified towns that dot the countryside here.

Cordes sur Ciel

Bruniquel

Puycelsi

Walls of Puycelsi

Wall and tower

A main street

The usual half-timbered...

And bricked

Another street

Outside the church

Interior