Quiet St. Jean

Quiet St. Jean
Quiet St. Jean
Quiet St. Jean
Quiet St. Jean

If I were a writer, I think St. Jean de Luz would be the perfect place to go to find my stories. It was quiet, and unassuming. Near the mountains, and the sea. A place that was once home of the King. 

This was one of the three towns we visited in the Basque country, and it was only a few kilometers from the Spanish border. I noticed much more Spanish influence as we wandered around the quiet town. It was a refreshing change. It seems like the whole town decided on that deep red, doesn’t it?