At the water's edge

I woke up with the first symptoms of a cold today, so I spent an hour lazing in bed after breakfast. Not something I do often -- it was rather nice.

This afternoon we went to Leucate to see a film about the Pyrenees from the Atlantic to the Mediterranean that TickyTocky saw a few months back. The company that made it specialise in travelogues -- they supply them to the cinema as a package, with a speaker. It was surprisingly popular; there must have been 50 or so people in the audience, and we were the youngest by at least a decade. Perhaps it's seen as a way of snoozing away an afternoon in a warm place, since there wasn't much audience interaction. Or indeed much speaking from the speaker. The film was OK, in terms of showing pretty scenery, Basque choirs, interviews with shepherds and the like, but a bit bland -- it mostly steered well away from touchy subjects such as conservation and bears. And we didn't get the bonus of castellers and aperos that TickyTocky did!

When we came out it was a lovely afternoon, albeit a bit windy, so before going home we drove down to the oyster shacks on the lagoon and I took a few photos. There weren't many people taking advantage of the shelter to eat oysters. Note the shells carpeting the ground, and the pile beyond the fence -- they get through a lot of oysters here! Extra: a rooftop sign on one of the shacks.