En France, encore, encore

In the twelveth hour of this epic journey, we found ourselves with a few hours of hanging in Bayonne before our train came; what a great opportunity to gurgle on more coffees and enjoy climatising to our neighbouring new neck of the woods for a bit.

So here sits a deliriously tired Blip, where I couldn't even be bothered to stand up from our wicker chairs at where we slurped our Basque caffeine inducings. Sorry, I'll try harder next time..