Sunshine all day, and a winding climb up the coastal road along to Hondarribia. We were overtaken by a Spaniard on a GS650 who stopped at a historical site just as we were pulling in too. 
Said Hola to him, as a fellow BavariaMotorRadophile and he went on to explain in Spanish about how the towers were used to keep watch on the damned French across the river, and that they could get the message via a line of sight signal to Madrid in two days. Faster than the flippin' internet on the ferry across that's for sure.
Stopped in Hondarribia for a drink and something to eat, and trawled along the Sunday car boot market - just like Elaine's at home!
Rode into Hendaye and stopped to gawp at the boats in the marina before picking up the Corniche road to St Jean de Luz.
The cliff top views are spectacular, and it makes you realise the power of the Atlantic and the fear it must have struck into the hearts of sailors hundreds of years ago. If ever there was a definition of a lee shore, then this was it. Certainly gave me the shivers. 
Arrived in St Jean de Luz, and checked in, just in time for the heavens to open.
Maybe the forecasters do know what they're doing after all...
Decided to amble through the main streets along with 10% of the population of France - way too busy for our liking.
Still, we did see a camper in a shop.
Eat your heart out, Martin...
More beer, deciding where to go for tea.
The old port of St Jean de Luz
Back to steak after a couple of days of seafood.
Back in the hotel for a cheeky half bottle of wine.
And off to Biarriz tomorrow.
