I wrote about my journey from Perpignan to Sète – and my arrival, which didn’t put me in a very receptive mood. But I haven’t really said anything about this sweet little town.
This isn’t a guide book, so I won’t say too much about the harbours, marina and canals. It is intriguing though, built on a grid plan of canals between the open sea and lagoon. Across the canal from my hotel was a strip of seafood restaurants, and the tourist information office, which I found on Thursday afternoon. I picked up a tourist map and went looking for a café to sit and study it over a café crème. (The coffee here seems to be as uneven as it was in San Sebastian, maybe it’s something about seaside resorts.)
I walked past a crêperie, open to the promenade, with a man cooking crêpes almost out on the street. How can you possibly resist that? So I didn’t, I stopped and had one with marrons (chestnut puree) and extra chantilly (whipped cream) and a chocolat chaud.
I walked past the fish restaurants, and found one with a 3 course deal for €13, with fish soup as one of the options for starter and a seafood pasty for main course. Sounded good so I made a mental note, ‘Le Grand Bleu’.
Walked a bit further, following the road out to the headland. There were signs pointing up the hill for St Claire. According to my tourist map, there were buses going up, so bus up and walk back seemed like a good plan.
Back at the harbour, a sign by the tourist boat saying it would be going out on Vendfredi at 15 heures, adults €10. So, my plan for Friday was sorted – up the hill in the morning, and boat trip in the afternoon.
I went back to my hotel room and did some research on where to go next, worked on the blog and went out for dinner at 8, back to the seafood restaurant for fish soup and pasty, then back to the computer, bath and bed.