The last phase of the migration was spent in a location new to us, but recommended by trusted sources.
Agde is allegedly the oldest town in France, and together with its outpost at the mouth of the river Herault (Grau d'Agde), and its seaside area (Cap d'Agde) it makes a delightful place to stay. It has good (flat) cycle tracks, beautiful beaches and a vast array of restaurants. It is also on the Canal du Midi, which is a further plus!
We stayed nine nights, and the weather was glorious for October (except for the two days mentioned previously). It is very popular with the pan-European "grey" motor-home set, and the town lifts the restriction on their parking at the end of the summer making the beach car parks look like a rally of same!
Restaurants line the river at its mouth, and in the town, and around the huge marina. On the very soggy Sunday we drove to Grau and ran into a fairly randomly chosen one. What a delight - there can be no better way to deal with a wet Sunday than to lurk for hours over a French
prix fixe meal!
.. but for several other days - as pensioners - we sought out the delights of hypermarket cafeterias for meals. They may not be traditional but we had some fine and very good value meals in
Crescendo at the Casino site. and found a new chain - Poi
vre Vert - which has a seafood buffet on Fridays. On the Saturday (16th) we cleaned up, took sheets to the laundrette and headed for Spain. Easy! We had booked into the Novotel near Girona airport - and after a picnic lunch we headed back towards Girona to find the Fiat dealer we had discovered online. Oh dear! No printer, so no map! No numbers on roadsigns - a lot of stress - a lot of wrestling with Catalan when enquiring about it - but eventually a result! We had a good look over the new Doblo, and got all the information we needed about purchasing one in Spain, Something to think about!
We got a value meal in the old Vilobi hotel (Novotel menu was a joke!), lost 7kg of luggage after a trial weigh-in and dropped off the car the next day with the usual ease, leaving us with hours to spend at Girona airport. Fortunately the sun shone and we had the remains of a wine-box needing disposal! Unfortunately our flight to Lanzarote was delayed by almost an hour. Still, we had vastly over-estimated the journey time from airport to ferry terminal, and the booked transfer was so fast that rather than missing the (last) 7pm ferry, we made it in time for the 6pm fast Olsen. This was our first time on this one and it really is fast:- under 20 minutes - so we were back home with the sun still shining. As we walked under our block neighbours in three different homes shouted greetings.
Agde is allegedly the oldest town in France, and together with its outpost at the mouth of the river Herault (Grau d'Agde), and its seaside area (Cap d'Agde) it makes a delightful place to stay. It has good (flat) cycle tracks, beautiful beaches and a vast array of restaurants. It is also on the Canal du Midi, which is a further plus!
We stayed nine nights, and the weather was glorious for October (except for the two days mentioned previously). It is very popular with the pan-European "grey" motor-home set, and the town lifts the restriction on their parking at the end of the summer making the beach car parks look like a rally of same!
Restaurants line the river at its mouth, and in the town, and around the huge marina. On the very soggy Sunday we drove to Grau and ran into a fairly randomly chosen one. What a delight - there can be no better way to deal with a wet Sunday than to lurk for hours over a French prix fixe meal! 
.. but for several other days - as pensioners - we sought out the delights of hypermarket cafeterias for meals. They may not be traditional but we had some fine and very good value meals in Crescendo at the Casino site. and found a new chain - Poivre Vert - which has a seafood buffet on Fridays. On the Saturday (16th) we cleaned up, took sheets to the laundrette and headed for Spain. Easy! We had booked into the Novotel near Girona airport - and after a picnic lunch we headed back towards Girona to find the Fiat dealer we had discovered online. Oh dear! No printer, so no map! No numbers on roadsigns - a lot of stress - a lot of wrestling with Catalan when enquiring about it - but eventually a result! We had a good look over the new Doblo, and got all the information we needed about purchasing one in Spain, Something to think about!
We got a value meal in the old Vilobi hotel (Novotel menu was a joke!), lost 7kg of luggage after a trial weigh-in and dropped off the car the next day with the usual ease, leaving us with hours to spend at Girona airport. Fortunately the sun shone and we had the remains of a wine-box needing disposal! Unfortunately our flight to Lanzarote was delayed by almost an hour. Still, we had vastly over-estimated the journey time from airport to ferry terminal, and the booked transfer was so fast that rather than missing the (last) 7pm ferry, we made it in time for the 6pm fast Olsen. This was our first time on this one and it really is fast:- under 20 minutes - so we were back home with the sun still shining. As we walked under our block neighbours in three different homes shouted greetings.