Biarritz

After three planes, an airport shuttle, two trains and a metro, I've never been happier to pay for the uber from the train station to our hotel - particularly now that the single tax is lifted and I get to share these luxuries and expenses.

At the point we can barely string a sentence together thanks to fatigue but we're still keen to go for what turns into a six kilometre jaunt, something is special about Biarritz. It's a real treat seeing her in her sunny surf element, absolutely infested with admirers.

I'd make this two entries but it's 8.30pm, I'm sandy, and I'm nearly falling off my funky orange chair in the hotel lobby. Why are they ALWAYS orange. Bran will post about our Paris entree in the morn, she's crashing too. Bonne nuit, units!

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