“A charming fishing village where you can hang out for days”…
Loads of tourists. Loads of French people. Totally different from the city! You can’t walk 3m down the street without being offered something – but sometimes you can. It’s a bit confusing to say the least, and it took me a couple of days to adapt to yet something different.
Money is everywhere, mostly in shortage, if that makes sense. Everything has a price, even though people are quite happy to let you walk off without paying if they know where you stay.
Strangers treat you like friends, but it seems that presupposes you will help them in some way, buy something perhaps.
But I think I’m at last feeling comfortable with the way things are here!
I’ve not really managed to talk to tourists, but I’ve spent a good few hours talking to the inn keepers. They’ve been really good to me, and I’ve enjoyed their company.
I was taken round the treasures of the town and explained the architecture. There’s a number of temples here, some of them, carved monolithic structures, all incredibly beautiful and of amazing architectural designs. (I won’t be doing them justice by a brief description, so check