Bayonne or busk...
We set off on our campervan adventure not at all sure what to expect, except to be able to enjoy the freedom to go wherever the hell we felt like going and do whatever the hell we felt like doing, and so far that’s exactly how it’s been – bloody brilliant! As I do virtually everywhere I go, I’ve brought my guitar and harmonicas along with me, ready to seize the opportunity to play wherever and whenever it might arise. By absolute chance, the day we walked into Bayonne for the first time a couple of days ago turned out to be the day of the one-day music festival that has open-air venues all over the city. Had I known in advance, I might have been able to secure a slot to perform, but as it was, all I could do was ask one of the performers – a woman with a thoroughly British name who turned out to be thoroughly French – if there were any live music venues in the city where I might get to play. She spoke as much English as I speak French (pas beaucoup!), so I ended up being misunderstood and having to assure her that I wasn’t expecting to be given a slot on stage that very night, and then all I gathered from her and her friends was that I would be very welcome to busk in the square whenever I wanted to… That wasn’t quite the answer I was hoping for, but ça ne fait rien – and it really doesn’t matter, because even if all I get to do is gently strum on the beach or in the van, this holiday has been chiefly about getting away from it all and spending time together for ten days. But if anyone knows of any venues between Biarritz and Brittany where I might get to play a few songs in the next few days, please drop me a line! 😊