When I was a kid we used to break up long Toulouse summers with a week or two in Biarritz, it’s a mix of surfer vibes -it’s one of the first places in Europe that people started surfing- with a glamourous history that is still very much in evidence through the high-end boutiques and hip young people that flock there. There’s also a smattering of Torquay-style naff teens but let’s just gloss over that bit. Because Biarritz is in the Basque country it really has a different identity, neither totally French or Spanish, which makes it a real pleasure to visit.
I’d forgotten just how lovely Biarritz is and was really grateful for a couple of days there to hang with my cousins. We had a proper beach day on the Plage du Miramar rather than the Grande Plage, the latter is better for surfing but gets really packed out in summer. Those surfers were onto something as the waves can be pretty dicey if you’re just going for a dip, make sure you clock the romantic emo surfer at the bottom of the post.
There are loads of lovely cafes and bars around the town, make sure you try some of the Basque specialities from the region. I love a nice gateau Basque, a crumbly, custardy cake which is pictured below, always go for natural rather than cherry flavour.