It had been some time since I spent a day watching life so today I wandered from café to café simply observing people, enjoying the comings and goings of
St Jean de Luz. Old men in berets opting for pastis sat in the corners, middle aged ladies' chattering and café crème aroma filled the middle ground. To the fore and on the pavements youth smooched, showed off and talked incessantly while absorbing espresso. I am sure café culture is the same in many towns throughout the Basque country, and indeed France, but north of Calais and east of Strasburg the culture changes. Cafés here are an important part of the community. In one café I counted the separate arrival of eighteen ladies, in every instance an obliging male opened the door for them. Chivalry lives.
Basque of the day:- coffee :: kafe
It had been some time since I spent a day watching life so today I wandered from café to café simply observing people, enjoying the comings and goings of St Jean de Luz. Old men in berets opting for pastis sat in the corners, middle aged ladies' chattering and café crème aroma filled the middle ground. To the fore and on the pavements youth smooched, showed off and talked incessantly while absorbing espresso. I am sure café culture is the same in many towns throughout the Basque country, and indeed France, but north of Calais and east of Strasburg the culture changes. Cafés here are an important part of the community. In one café I counted the separate arrival of eighteen ladies, in every instance an obliging male opened the door for them. Chivalry lives.
