Things are winding down in France. Today about all we have to do is drive to Biarritz, hotel up and get the car turned in at the airport. It has dawned cloudy, but with the weather patterns here it may turn sunny at any minute. (it did!) Tomorrow we catch the TGV train for Paris and one last night before flying home. One observation we’ve made is that we’ve seen very few Americans in this part of France. Could be that no one comes here (It is WAY off the beaten path) or that Americans are just staying home. I suspect that most are still traveling, but to more mainstream places like Rome, Florence and Paris. We’ve been told to avoid London at all costs as the Brits are NOT ready for the Olympics and it will be a madhouse. The Underground is STILL not working and most everything else is in a state of disrepair. I doubt it is that bad, but if you are not actually an Olympic athlete, I expect you should stay home.  You know who you are.

Getting to Biarritz was a breeze. We turned the car in first and then took a taxi to our hotel on the beach. These people are surfing! Not just one or two, but dozens of sun and surf crazy dudes and dudettes.  Biarritz turns out to be a dynamite little city and we amuse ourselves with a walk along the beach walk. Now all we have to do is see if we can get everything back in our bags. We’ve had this little pile of goodies growing in the trunk of the Punto and now that has to be integrated into the baggage.  Duane has little hope, but has planned ahead and will leave behind his flip-flops and misc. odd T-shirts/undergarments. He must make room for his new Pikolinos and Paula must make room for her linens, pottery and miscellaneous other acquisitions. Hope springs eternal!!