Today the plan is to head to the coast to La Rochelle. When we arrived in La Rochelle after a brief pirstop in the village of Pons (stopping at the tourism office to see if we could find a local market). We did find some markets in nearby towns, but decided to just head to La Rochelle.
Arriving in La Rochelle it was considerably warmer (33° C) and the sun was shining warmly. La Rochelle is an old seaport city with two great, imposing fortification towers protecting the harbor. The stonework towers were starkly beautiful against the clear blue of the sky and dark muddy blue in the shallows of the inlet within the harbor which contained the marina. We walked the streets of the old port (vieux port) which were crowded with people on holiday enjoying the sunshine and the reamining days of summer sunshine.
We met with Tami's friend, Sylvia and her husband, Hans at Fitgerald's Irish pub on the boardwalk facing the harbor. We shared a drink (more Irish Cider for me) and a meal while swapping travel stories and political ideologies. (I had the fish and chips ; after all I was in an Irish Pub, but was sorely disappointed. I should have considered that this was France and the French do french food well. English food... not so much). It was an enjoyable afternoon relaxing on the boardwalk in the warm, salty air of the seaport. We then strolled the streets of the old port after bidding adieu to Sylvia and Hans.
As it was getting late we decided to head for home. We took other routes (not the main highway/toll road) to get back and wound our way through the coastal towns of France getting sidetracked a few times, but finally found our way. It had been a very long trip and so we retired early.
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