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What with the beautiful photo of Biarritz and the adventurer theme, I most share my own mini-adventure that took place in the Biarritz casino beachfront that's in the photo.
I was working on a temporary contract based in the western outskirts of Pau, a French town that's a short 1-hour drive from Biarritz and its lovely Atlantic coast beaches. A girlfriend of mine has a gorgeous apartment on the Biarritz beach, so we arranged to meet on a Friday summer evening in Biarritz. I drove directly there from the office, with a weekend bag thrown in the back seat of my car.
I walked towards the beach after parking my car and waved to my friend who had already arrived and was waiting for me. As I approached, I saw a crowd of corporate-looking people milling about on the casino waterfront, glasses in hand. "Quick! Follow me" I told her, and headed towards the casino. "What are you doing?!" she asked. "We're going to crash a corporate Happy Hour. I bet we can get a few free drinks!" She laughed nervously. "You really think so? I don't look that corporate, and I'm carrying my beach towel." "Sure you do! We'll put your towel down in a corner by the entrance. Just stay next to me, and look like you belong here."
We meandered towards the casino and mingled with the crowd that fanned out across the entire beach waterfront. The logo of a large French multinational corporation was prominently displayed, but no one was wearing name tags nor badges. Waiters were walking about with trays full of champagne and nibbles. We each helped ourselves to a glass and a canapé. "Welcome to Biarritz, Annick!" I said with a grin, holding up my champagne flute for a toast.
It was delightful, but short. I could see a man appproaching us from across the crowd. "Drink up, time to go!" I whispered to Annick. The man said hello and asked who we were with. "Those people over there", I pointed to a small group in expensive suits that were as far away from us as possible. As he moved towards the people I had indicated, Annick and I ambled back to the entrance where she had left her beach towel and left the casino beachfront. We were both over 45 years old at the time but we felt like teenagers who had crashed a party. Heehee! 😁
What with the beautiful photo of Biarritz and the adventurer theme, I most share my own mini-adventure that took place in the Biarritz casino beachfront that's in the photo.
I was working on a temporary contract based in the western outskirts of Pau, a French town that's a short 1-hour drive from Biarritz and its lovely Atlantic coast beaches. A girlfriend of mine has a gorgeous apartment on the Biarritz beach, so we arranged to meet on a Friday summer evening in Biarritz. I drove directly there from the office, with a weekend bag thrown in the back seat of my car.
I walked towards the beach after parking my car and waved to my friend who had already arrived and was waiting for me. As I approached, I saw a crowd of corporate-looking people milling about on the casino waterfront, glasses in hand. "Quick! Follow me" I told her, and headed towards the casino. "What are you doing?!" she asked. "We're going to crash a corporate Happy Hour. I bet we can get a few free drinks!" She laughed nervously. "You really think so? I don't look that corporate, and I'm carrying my beach towel." "Sure you do! We'll put your towel down in a corner by the entrance. Just stay next to me, and look like you belong here."
We meandered towards the casino and mingled with the crowd that fanned out across the entire beach waterfront. The logo of a large French multinational corporation was prominently displayed, but no one was wearing name tags nor badges. Waiters were walking about with trays full of champagne and nibbles. We each helped ourselves to a glass and a canapé. "Welcome to Biarritz, Annick!" I said with a grin, holding up my champagne flute for a toast.
It was delightful, but short. I could see a man appproaching us from across the crowd. "Drink up, time to go!" I whispered to Annick. The man said hello and asked who we were with. "Those people over there", I pointed to a small group in expensive suits that were as far away from us as possible. As he moved towards the people I had indicated, Annick and I ambled back to the entrance where she had left her beach towel and left the casino beachfront. We were both over 45 years old at the time but we felt like teenagers who had crashed a party. Heehee! 😁
What a lovely post! I recognized instantly the beach of Biarritz & its casino. I have a mini-adventure of my own about that very location... I'll add it here later, after my leisurely Sunday morning breakfast outdoors. 🙂
Judy, this is so lovely and celebratory. Thank you so much - even more so because we’ve been so wrapped up in the miles … and the meals … and the deep sleep after the miles … that we haven’t been in contact as we planned! Desolé!
Gosh Barrie and Jojo. It’s my pleasure to share your story and it will be the pleasure of our Community to read about your #adventure! You’re both particularly inspiring. Cycling from your small farm in France to Wales and back in ten days is to be celebrated. Hard physical and mental work… when you have a chance to post about the experience I look forward to sharing that too! Happy cycling. I hope that the weather gods will be you :)
What with the beautiful photo of Biarritz and the adventurer theme, I most share my own mini-adventure that took place in the Biarritz casino beachfront that's in the photo.
I was working on a temporary contract based in the western outskirts of Pau, a French town that's a short 1-hour drive from Biarritz and its lovely Atlantic coast beaches. A girlfriend of mine has a gorgeous apartment on the Biarritz beach, so we arranged to meet on a Friday summer evening in Biarritz. I drove directly there from the office, with a weekend bag thrown in the back seat of my car.
I walked towards the beach after parking my car and waved to my friend who had already arrived and was waiting for me. As I approached, I saw a crowd of corporate-looking people milling about on the casino waterfront, glasses in hand. "Quick! Follow me" I told her, and headed towards the casino. "What are you doing?!" she asked. "We're going to crash a corporate Happy Hour. I bet we can get a few free drinks!" She laughed nervously. "You really think so? I don't look that corporate, and I'm carrying my beach towel." "Sure you do! We'll put your towel down in a corner by the entrance. Just stay next to me, and look like you belong here."
We meandered towards the casino and mingled with the crowd that fanned out across the entire beach waterfront. The logo of a large French multinational corporation was prominently displayed, but no one was wearing name tags nor badges. Waiters were walking about with trays full of champagne and nibbles. We each helped ourselves to a glass and a canapé. "Welcome to Biarritz, Annick!" I said with a grin, holding up my champagne flute for a toast.
It was delightful, but short. I could see a man appproaching us from across the crowd. "Drink up, time to go!" I whispered to Annick. The man said hello and asked who we were with. "Those people over there", I pointed to a small group in expensive suits that were as far away from us as possible. As he moved towards the people I had indicated, Annick and I ambled back to the entrance where she had left her beach towel and left the casino beachfront. We were both over 45 years old at the time but we felt like teenagers who had crashed a party. Heehee! 😁
What with the beautiful photo of Biarritz and the adventurer theme, I most share my own mini-adventure that took place in the Biarritz casino beachfront that's in the photo.
I was working on a temporary contract based in the western outskirts of Pau, a French town that's a short 1-hour drive from Biarritz and its lovely Atlantic coast beaches. A girlfriend of mine has a gorgeous apartment on the Biarritz beach, so we arranged to meet on a Friday summer evening in Biarritz. I drove directly there from the office, with a weekend bag thrown in the back seat of my car.
I walked towards the beach after parking my car and waved to my friend who had already arrived and was waiting for me. As I approached, I saw a crowd of corporate-looking people milling about on the casino waterfront, glasses in hand. "Quick! Follow me" I told her, and headed towards the casino. "What are you doing?!" she asked. "We're going to crash a corporate Happy Hour. I bet we can get a few free drinks!" She laughed nervously. "You really think so? I don't look that corporate, and I'm carrying my beach towel." "Sure you do! We'll put your towel down in a corner by the entrance. Just stay next to me, and look like you belong here."
We meandered towards the casino and mingled with the crowd that fanned out across the entire beach waterfront. The logo of a large French multinational corporation was prominently displayed, but no one was wearing name tags nor badges. Waiters were walking about with trays full of champagne and nibbles. We each helped ourselves to a glass and a canapé. "Welcome to Biarritz, Annick!" I said with a grin, holding up my champagne flute for a toast.
It was delightful, but short. I could see a man appproaching us from across the crowd. "Drink up, time to go!" I whispered to Annick. The man said hello and asked who we were with. "Those people over there", I pointed to a small group in expensive suits that were as far away from us as possible. As he moved towards the people I had indicated, Annick and I ambled back to the entrance where she had left her beach towel and left the casino beachfront. We were both over 45 years old at the time but we felt like teenagers who had crashed a party. Heehee! 😁
What a lovely post! I recognized instantly the beach of Biarritz & its casino. I have a mini-adventure of my own about that very location... I'll add it here later, after my leisurely Sunday morning breakfast outdoors. 🙂
Oh goodie ;). I look forward to hearing all about it.
Judy
Judy, this is so lovely and celebratory. Thank you so much - even more so because we’ve been so wrapped up in the miles … and the meals … and the deep sleep after the miles … that we haven’t been in contact as we planned! Desolé!
Gosh Barrie and Jojo. It’s my pleasure to share your story and it will be the pleasure of our Community to read about your #adventure! You’re both particularly inspiring. Cycling from your small farm in France to Wales and back in ten days is to be celebrated. Hard physical and mental work… when you have a chance to post about the experience I look forward to sharing that too! Happy cycling. I hope that the weather gods will be you :)
Judy
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