Waking up to this for the next few mornings is no hardship. But it didn’t happen overnight. When I fell in love with this small hotel many years ago, it began a long love affair with the French side of the Basque Coast. I would drive down for 2 nights, eat my fill of chipirons (tiny calamari the size of your thumbnail!) and grilled sardines, sleep with the windows open to the sea air in a cheap hotel, and walk the port to look lovingly at the multi-colored fishing boats.
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