I had to set an alarm to be ready early enough for this jam-packed day, but was it ever worth it — absolutely perfect weather, gorgeous scenery, minimal crowds, delicious food and wine, and of course lots of laughs with our fun friends, Jacky and Pascale.
They picked us up at 8:30 a.m. and took us first to see Brouage . . .
. . . a 16th century citadel that used to be on the coast, but now, where the sea used to be:
I had the wrong lens on to get the full shot of this, but be sure to note more than the pretty stone. The board with the holes . . . that’s the far end of an eight-seater toilette. Yes, EIGHT. Awkward. Lots of cobwebs, so apparently NOT still in use.
After a walk around the perimeter and a stroll through the village, which apparently had not really ramped up for tourist season, we got back in the car and headed to Fouras to catch the ferry to Ile d’Aix (pronounced eel dex).
First order of business, find a bit of shade pour le pique-nique.
Then a stroll (with photo stops) around the island. Do you think I have enough bags and cases to juggle while I snap photos and change lenses? My fab hat did come in handy, though. (These two photos by Jacky)
And for all of you playing “Where’s David?” . . . .
Super photogenic place:
Eventually, of course, we had to head back, and although we managed to score great seats on the ferry for the return trip . . .
Malheureusement (unfortunately), they were not on this boat!