Biarritz was everything I’d hoped for — sandy beaches, inspirational restaurants, and enough linen to satisfy even my mother’s textile hungry taste. Sam and I only had three days there, and our time flew by. We ate brebis cheese with black cherry jam, played in the waves, and even made it over to Spain for lunch one day. Biarritz touts itself on being on of the premier surf spots in the Basque region, but it has recently made the news as a site of political unrest. While there’s truly nothing I love more than a little political action, the city was calm, as if taking a breath after a busy tourist season. Most of the designer shops that lined the beach walk were closed for the season, but it didn’t matter, Les Halles (the indoor market) was open, as was plenty of delicious natural wine shops and restaurants. We found our perfect little home on Airbnb, which was only about a 10 minute walk from town. Mid-to-end of September seems like perfect timing if you’re interested in catching some waves but skipping the crowds.
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