PORNICHE
PORNICHE On route south. We bought the essentials in a supermarket - lounge chairs, toothbrushes, and beer. Porniche was lined with hotels, crowded with tourists - it took awhile for us to find a good spot to park. We ended up being alongside the ocean again, and we took a dip only to find the water to be less satisfying as yesterday’s spot... swarms of tiny fish and murky visibility. Ross has an explanation for it that I try not to think about... We cooked our first dinner in the van, pasta and sauce, and broke out the chairs. We realized that there is a lot of money floating around Porniche... gorgeous little neighborhood! This was the weekend of France’s Fete de la Musique... we followed the loud music through dark streets at midnight, driving in the van... we stumbled upon tents and classic cars in the town’s “heliport,” because you know, all towns have heliports. The main noise came from the band “CRYSOS,” possibly “crisis,” who were more of a cabaret show than a band. Middle-aged couples and kids littered the dance-floor, with the odd teenager staggering through swinging from a bottle of rose. Ross and I were confused, to say the least, but decided to stay and enjoy the band’s theatrical coverage of new and old pop songs. Felt like a cross between Disneyworld and a cruise ship, with intriguing undertones of Christian cult. So we went back to the van and downed some whiskey. *LISTENED TO “NANTES” by BEIRUT DRIVING THROUGH NANTES!* *”Wave after wave... slowly drifting”*