Finally by the sea.
Finally no more freezing.
It’s February, deep off-season. I wake up right by the water – a moment that takes me back to my childhood in Australia. The same salty air, the same endless horizon.
In the morning, I explore the town. A light rain starts to fall as I spot a stage by the pier. It’s covered, my only chance to play somewhat sheltered. Am I even allowed to use it? No idea.
I play a few songs. The setting is beautiful, but the place is empty. The few passersby rush through the rain, heads down, no one stops – except for one young woman who sits down and listens to my entire set.
An older couple steps onto the stage, unpacking sandwiches. We start talking – as far as my French allows. They’re not from here but looking for a Dacia Logan. That much I understand.
In the end, I have two euros in my hat and everything is wet. But at least I gave a stranger a nice afternoon before she heads to the cinema.
Time to move on. Biarritz is waiting.
