French Pyrenees and NE Spain
Returning to France, we zip across the Pyrenees on the French side and spend a few days at Le Cite – the impressive, medieval, fortified town of Carcassonne with its fairytale skyline. It is touristy, and we’re glad we’re not there in peak season, but it’s pretty magnificent nonetheless. Daily there is a challenge, and this time we inadvertently attach ourselves to the French speaking tour of the city walls. A wonderful, long-winded, and thorough guide - too bad our comprehension wasn’t quite up there.
We then barrelled our way back into Spain, to the North-east Catalan region and settle for a few days in the pleasant Costa Brava town of L’Escala. Rain still hangs in the air, so we opt to buy a new tent as we can’t take another night of water torture. No rain for these few days in Spain, but we do encounter what is known locally as the ‘Tramuntana’ which is a very strong Northerly wind that whips up waves in the Bay of Roses.
Whilst back in Spain we visit Girona where we walk around the ‘Call’ which is the old Jewish quarter, visit the interesting Jewish museum, and then take a stroll on the old city walls which afford excellent views. I also quickly popped into the Museum of Cinema which was a lot of fun with it’s functioning and interactive antique exhibits such as Camera Obscura, kinetescopes, and a plethora of early film things.
We also visit Figueres and the very cool Dali Theatre-Museum, which is a work of art in its own right as it was designed by the man himself. Cool things like a beating heart locket, a Cadillac with plants inside, and Marylin’s bedroom were cool. We get a bit Dali’d out, but still decide to venture to the coastal town of Cadaques to his house at the marina. It’s too late to go inside (you have to book anyways) so we just wander around and can understand more of the backdrop that gave him such inspiration. Once you’ve seen rock and cloud formations in that area you can spot them in his work.
A sidenote is the strange sight of the prostitutes who ply their trade at the side of highways during the daytime, where they sit in their little plastic chairs at turnouts. Apparently the Pedro Amoro movie entitled ‘Bad Education’ is all about them and this region of Spain.
We leave Spain, stocking up on Cruzcampo and Spanish tortilla, and return to France, the sun to our orbit of Europe. We however made a few blunders and took our time leaving - it was almost 6pm by the time we really hit the road. Six long hours later, we almost had to sleep in the car after our target campsite’s reception was closed (at 7:30pm no less). With some random navigation and a lot of luck we stumble on to the Pezenas municipal campground, and only make it in because a bus full of kids arrived at the same time (nearing midnight). It’s strange how you can feel safer inside of a tent in the middle of nowhere – as opposed to trying to find a safe part of town at an inexpensive hotel.



