Collioure
Collioure thrives on its narrow streets. Narrow, winding, lined with small shops, studios and cafés, they are the sort of place you stroll through rather than walk purposefully. It is already quite warm; the air hangs slightly between the houses, and there is movement everywhere – not a hectic bustle, but a calm, steady flow of people.
Down on the promenade, everything becomes more crowded. Right by the water, people sit, stroll, stop and gaze out to sea. Everything feels open, light and natural – a place where time seems to stand still.
What does become very clear, however, are the kitchens. Many restaurants don’t open again until around 7.30 pm. For us, that meant a choice: wait another hour and a half or head back. We opt for the pragmatic approach and eat later at the campsite.
Collioure remains, nevertheless, exactly as it felt before: a place for strolling, not for planning.
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