So after our post-lunch walk and a bit of shopping, we hopped back in the car to our final destination for the night, Collioure, France. Funny thing is, I wasn’t even going to take them there. My original thought was to take my family to Cadaques. But on the Thursday night after we had rented the car, I got on the internet and tried to find a place to stay. There was NOTHING in Cadaques. By this time I was getting nervous. All the websites kept on offering us rooms in Roses, which is a seaside town 25 km from Cadaques, but not exactly the place you want to stay. The only draw Roses has, or had, I should say, is that it is home to El Bulli, which is now a center for investigation and learning, Culinary investigation that is. Then I remembered that my business partner had talked about this little town right across the border of Spain. He was always waxing poetic on its beauty, so I thought I would give that a shot. And we got lucky! We found an incredible hotel for 170 euros per night, for four people! At that price, (43 euros per person) we didn’t care if someone had to sleep on the floor.
So, anyhow, we began our drive up, and were pleasantly surprised on how near it was to Spain. This region of France is called Pays Catalan, although it is in the Languedoc-Roussillon. Between the 10th and 17th century, France and Spain fought over this region like rabid dogs. So although it is undecidedly French, it has many Catalan influences everywhere.
We finally arrived at the hotel, and were amazed at its beauty. Les Mouettes is a wonderful place to stay out of the hustle and bustle of the main town, but only 2km away. We had 180 degree views of the ocean, and there was a fantastic pool to boot. But, we wanted to head into town to explore and then grab a bite to eat. So we drove in, and were “oohing” and “aahing” at the beauty of it. Little did we know.
As my uncle and I were waiting for my aunt and her friend to finish shopping, we continued to walk towards the port. We came across this little square, that was just spectacular. The photos do not do it justice. Behind us (from this vantage point) there was a large stone arch. We could see the water, so we slowly meandered down towards it, and as we passed through the arch, we both looked at each other with mouths agape. The port of Collioure is one of the most breathtaking vistas I have ever seen. Its half-moon beach flanked on either side, to your left by a church, whose bell tower dates back to the middle ages. And on our right, was this massive Fort, that housed the Kings of Majorca from the middle ages until French occupation.
I was flabbergasted. I couldn’t stop turning my head, akin to a tennis match, and thinking to myself, we are really lucky. Walking a little further on to the beach, you realize there is another half-moon bay behind the fort, and high up on a hill behind it there was an old windmill, and higher up another fort with a watchtower.
Then if you turned completely around, in the distance, on two mountain peaks, were another two other watch towers. It was truly, truly amazing. I’m not going to get into the history of it, but if you want to browse and read a little about it, you can look it up here. We ran back to grab my aunt and her friend like two excited school children to show them the sights. After a round of 1,000 pictures, we began to look for our restaurant for the night.
I had been warned that Collioure was expensive in terms of food, but nothing could be farther than the truth. We decided to eat in the little square above, and found a great little place, which I don’t remember the name of, and had a menu worth 14.90 euros.
It was a simple dinner, but exactly what we wanted. We got a salad to start, unfortunately, we all tucked into our salads so fast that no picture was taken. But mine was Salade Collioure, which had anchovies, white anchovies, olives, tomatoes, rucola, lambs lettuce, and a gorgeous balsamic vinaigrette. It was simple, but delicious. My aunt chose to have an incredible salad, whose name again I do not remember, but it was full of orange slices, white asparagus, hearts of palm, tomatoes, cucumbers, olives, avocado, tomatoes, and of course, tender lettuce. Then along came our mains. Oh heaven! We all chose to have the Bavette a L’Echalote avec Pommes Frites. That’s basically flank steak with a caramelized shallot and red wine reduction sauce, and of course, french fries.
It was perfect, it was exactly what we wanted on that wonderful, magical, oh so Francaise night! The meat was cooked to perfection, Au Point, and the fries were crispy without being greasy. Needless to say, we didn’t eat our side salad. I mean, how much lettuce can a girl have?
Dessert was amazing too, there was a choice of Ice Cream, Fruit Salad, Crema Catalana (which in my head I wailed, NOOOOOOO! I prepare crema catalana on almost a daily basis for my classes, so it is so not what I want to eat.) and Ile Flottante. Of course I chose Ile Flottante, which translates to Floating Island. It is beaten egg whites, or meringue, that is quickly poached, and then placed over Creme Anglaise, basically custard. It was all topped of with a caramel sauce.
After dinner, as per European custom, we took a long walk along the seaside, walked around the Fort to the other half-moon bay. We meandered, taking in the sights and sounds, of families and couples strolling just like us. It was a magical night. It was exactly what we were hoping for, but more than we expected.
The next morning, we woke up to rain and choppy wind. It was COLD. I did not bring anything to warm me up, since the week before we had been in a heat wave, and ended up having to buy a sweater so we could visit the fort. Here are some pictures of the fort, and the only history note I will leave you with is this, cause I think it’s super cool. The fort was briefly occupied by Louis the XIII and his musketeers, and D’Artagnan fought in the battles with him here. Now how cool is that?
This is a must see for any traveller. Collioure is absolutely worth a visit for longer than a day. And if you are looking for somewhere to stay, I recommend Hotel Les Mouettes.
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