Pornichet

We decided to dawdle a wee while in Pornichet as the forecast for the few days in front of us was suggesting gales.

This gave us the chance to explore the rather touristy town. We were surprised yet again. Just behind the seafront that at first sight seems to bear a passing resemblence to Benidorm is an architectural feast! In the 19th and early 20th century Pornichet became a popular holiday destination for wealthy Parisian family's and they built holiday homes, some small, some large and the architects seemed to have been in competition. Witness the Hotel de vile.

A little way away is a small bungalow with some very impressive Doric columns.

This is one of Lynnes favourites in the centre of town. I could go on and on but 

it is truly a delight just to wander about 

I couldn't resist including this little beauty.

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Isn't it fabulous?

On closer inspection even the hotel lined beach is impressive. I was particularly taken by the beach furniture.

In true holiday fashion we even discovered a chippy.

Of course the newspaper wasn't real and the wooden fork was actually a beautifully crafted set of wooden cutlery but it tasted delicious.........

A regular sight on the causeway that joined the artificial marina to the mainland was fishing using square nets, I suspect it's what's known as peche a pied. They seemed to catch a lot of what I know as whitebait, small silvery fish.

All to soon sunbathing ( Lynne had discovered a liking for naturism ) had to stop as the predicted gales set in.

We were confined to the boat for a couple of days as the wind and rain passed over us.

In times when the rain stopped for a while we would walk into town for a coffee and a stretch of the legs.

We also discovered the old town, again somewhat hidden away on our search for a supermarche to stock up on supplies.

A nice touch was that every light at the checkouts in the Intermarche was named after a lighthouse or "Phare". We felt quite at home!

Finally a red sky at night gave us some hope for a break in the weather.

On the last night we discovered a great bar in the old town, it was a bistro run by a biker and had great atmosphere, it was also the second time in France that we had been bought a drink " on the house " Lynne also discovered a taste for Honey Jack Daniels, which is odd as she likes neither honey or whiskey, particularly not bourbon. However it comes in a neat glass.

Time to move on once again.........