March 10 Collioure -- Port Vendres

Wandering the sunny streets of picturesque Colliure, an artists' haven, it was easy to see how it had inspired the likes of Fauvist artists Matisse and Derain, and later the cubists Picasso and Braque. The lovely beach, village, quay, and rocky headlands are dominated on one side by the fortified walls of Chat- eau Royal built by the counts of Roussil- lion and the kings of Aragon in the 13th and 14th centuries and on the other by the Notre-Dame-des-Anges church and tower. Despite the sun, there was a distinct nip to the wind and the radiant warmth of the sun on our bodies was a delicious counterpoint to the wind's chill. Relaxing quayside, out of the wind on wicker beach chairs and tables, sipping a large cafe-au-lait, and soaking up the sun we watched as indolent waiters strolled casually across the street between their restaurants and quayside patrons. Local tourists enjoyed the ambience of the off-season, children played on  the beach, three platoons of French Marines chanted as they practised paddling their inflatables, young families played, and old folks strolled and gossiped about the town, returning home with a fresh baguette and cheese from the local shops. Young lovers walked hand in hand, stole kisses, and existed only for each other. We strolled the streets of the old town, had fun with the metal rectangles framing views painted by famous artists, and began to settle into the traveller’s role. Collioure seemed everything a small seaside town should be and could easily become a habit. After our morning coffee we enjoyed a quiet picnic lunch in a cemetery next to our car park before heading back to camp. Back at camp, we walked into the working port of Port-Vendres. Both fishing village and shipping port, it has an air of industry. What it lacks in picturesque views and strolling day trippers, it makes up with a sense of real life. After watching a container ship unload cargo, a stroll about town, and a rather strange pistachio ice cream – sort of a cross between gummy bears and ice cream – we walked back to our campsite, drank a little too much wine, made dinner and called it a day.
Port Vendres, a working port. Collioure harbour and Notre-Dame-des-Anges Chateau Royal, Collioure and Notre-Dame-des-Anges from the headland. Framed views of famous artworks. Children on the beach.
A Sense of Place:  Travel, Photography, and Photo-art
by David E. Moon
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March 10 Collioure -- Port Vendres

Wandering the sunny streets of picturesque Colliure, an artists' haven, it was easy to see how it had inspired the likes of Fauvist artists Matisse and Derain, and later the cubists Picasso and Braque. The lovely beach, village, quay, and rocky headlands are dom- inated on one side by the fortified walls of Chateau Royal built by the counts of Roussillion and the kings of Aragon in the 13th and 14th centuries and on the other by the Notre-Dame-des-Anges church and tower. Despite the sun, there was a distinct nip to the wind and the radiant warmth of the sun on our bodies was a delicious counter- point to the wind's chill. Relaxing quay- side, out of the wind on wicker beach chairs and tables, sip- ping a large cafe-au-lait, and soaking up the sun we watched as indolent waiters strolled casually across the street between their res- taurants and quayside patrons. Local tourists enjoyed the ambience of the off-season, chil- dren played on  the beach, three platoons of French Marines chanted as they practised pad- dling their inflatables, young families played, and old folks strolled and gossiped about the town, returning home with a fresh baguette and cheese from the local shops. Young lovers walked hand in hand, stole kisses, and existed only for each other. We strolled the streets of the old town, had fun with the metal rectangles framing views painted by famous artists, and began to settle into the traveller’s role. Collioure seemed everything a small seaside town should be and could easily become a habit. After our morning coffee we enjoyed a quiet picnic lunch in a cemetery next to our car park before heading back to camp. Back at camp, we walked into the working port of Port-Vendres. Both fishing village and shipping port, it has an air of industry. What it lacks in picturesque views and strolling day trippers, it makes up with a sense of real life. After watching a container ship unload cargo, a stroll about town, and a rather strange pistachio ice cream – sort of a cross between gummy bears and ice cream – we walked back to our campsite, drank a little too much wine, made dinner and called it a day.
Port Vendres, a working port. Collioure harbour and Notre-Dame-des-Anges Framed views of famous artworks. Children on the beach. Chateau Royal, Collioure and Notre-Dame-des-Anges from the headland.
A Sense of Place:  Travel, Photography, and Photo-art
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