Camaret sur Mer

The morning dawned bright and sunny so it was time to explore the town, which meant blowing up the dinghy, rubber duck. I then discovered that the self drainer valve in the stern was leaking. It is probably time to consider buying a new dinghy. We decided to row into the marina pontoons having watched a couple of other people dinghy ashore.

Camaret is now a yachting and sailing centre but it still hangs on to a bit of fishing as this is historically what the town was known for.

We left Dark Tarn riding at anchor and rowed into the far end of the visitors pontoon and passed under the passarelle ( gangplank or walkway ) to gain access to the harbour.

There is a lot to see on the south mole

As well as the azure blue sea and white sand beach there are the much photographed derelict fishing boats.

There is also a fort , probably napoleonic.

Called the Vauban tower, now a maritime museum.

It was another beautiful day as we strolled along,of course Lynne couldn't resist the small church with the broken bell tower ( bomb damage from the war)

Notre Dame de Rocamadour.

Inside it was a real seamans chapel with model boats suspended in the roof and many nautical themes in the chapels and decorations. There are also carvings and votif offerings brought by sailors In thanks for narrow escapes at sea. Maybe we should have brought a bit of something?

We continued into town passing a fantastic beach that was just begging us to take a swim.

However as usual we had shopping in mind. As we wandered about the towns old winding streets we came across many interesting galleries and quirky clothes shops, one was so well decorated I felt it merited a photo.

We met up with the Aquilas on our way back from the supermarche and agreed to meet up later in the evening for a fire on the beach.

A great evening yarning, drinking and finishing up diving in the dinghys just before the tide overwhelmed us!