Biarritz and the tales of my grandmother are memories that I recalled before the trip.
My grandfather’s wife always mentioned about the turquoise color of the sea water when she went on vacations to Biarritz. This mentioning retained in my memory, so when traveling through the north of Spain, I planned to visit Biarritz. After having breakfast at San Sebastián, we drove towards the virtual border and at mid-morning we had arrived at Biarritz.
I could see many old buildings surrounding the beach, imagining in which of them my grandparents could have stayed.
The previous night poured water, but the following had beautiful clear sky tainting the Cantabrian Sea with intense blue color.
There was a small island adjacent to the beach. It was connected by a bridge that took you towards a balcony that overlooked large rock formations near the beach.
I had left my tripod in the car, so had to use the fence surrounding the balcony as a support. Fortunately, I managed to stay steady and pictures came out well. After scanning and using high magnification I discovered you could see a small sail boat on the horizon. While working on the image I tried to think which building in Biarritz happened the tales of my grandmother.
