November 30, 2018
Collioure
Rachael and I rode today’s stretch of coast in 1996, on our ride from Nice to Barcelona. It was late September then, and a very windy day that began in Narbonne and ended in Argeles-sur-Mer, just a few miles short of Collioure. Argeles, with no disrespect intended, isn’t the most exciting place - just the last of a string of resort towns along the long, flat sandy beach. Our goal for the day was Collioure instead, but it started raining hard as we biked into Argeles and we were happy to come to a hotel with restaurant to take shelter in. We made it to Collioure the next morning, and I fell in love with it even though we just stopped for a short walk through town. Ever since, I’ve wanted to come back and stay overnight.
Today’s ride is super-easy - a flat, short cruise along the coast, with a strong but favorable wind blowing in from the northwest. It’s supposed to rain in the morning but then gradually improve in the afternoon, so we stay around our room until the 11 checkout time before starting out.
With a short, easy ride ahead, we decide to beef up the workout a bit by biking the wrong way out of town, directly into the wind, and into the rain. With the horizon hidden in the clouds, it’s easy to get confused here because we’re on a slender spit with water on both sides.
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Pointing ourselves in the right direction finally, we enjoy a relaxing ride southwest in conditions that steadily improve all day long. We stop a few miles into the ride to weatherize our panniers, which has the desired effect - the rains cease almost immediately, not to return for the rest of the day.
There’s not much more to say about the ride itself that the pictures and video don’t show better. Flat all day, scenic, a striking sky, and a gradually improving look at That Mountain. We spend almost the entire day following EV8 again, on one of its better stretches. We find a fine spot to stop for lunch, Rachael enjoying a dinner salad and I a delicious galette at a place to fall in love with - we’re looking for a good spot to lock our bikes up outside, but we’re instructed to just wheel them inside and lean them against a wall.
We have a fixed time to meet our host for tonight at our apartment in Collioure: precisely 3:30. We’ve stalled a bit too long along the way though, and have to hustle to arrive on time. Rachael starts getting anxious about being late and grows impatient with my few photo stops, while I keep reassuring her that we’re fine on the time front. And I’m right - We easily make it on time, arriving at precisely 3:30, to the minute.
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When we arrive, we look around at a line of shuttered hotels and restaurants, not seeing anything likely to be our destination. Rachael pulls out the cellphone to look up the arrival instructions, but then our host steps out of a small alley and greets us.
This is one of the best places we’ve stayed on this tour, ranking up with the amazing apartment in Menton a month back. It’s spacious, well appointed, warm, comfortable, inexpensive - another place roomy enough that we could live here; and it is on the bay front, facing across the water to the castle and lighthouse.
Best though is the host, who spends probably twenty minutes going over in detail how to use the apartment, operate the coffeemaker and heating controls, and telling us where the very few open restaurants are. It’s certainly the best introduction we’ve ever received for a night’s lodging. He also fills us in on why it’s so extremely quiet here and everywhere along the coast. November and early December are by far the quietest time of the year, with virtually everything closed everywhere. It’s when the folks in the tourism industry take their own break, before the winter holiday season begins. He said that in a week or two things will start opening up again.
So, if you’re coming to Collioure, stay here. It’s listed as Residence Collioure Plage on Booking.
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Ride stats today: 33 miles, 1,000’
Today's ride: 34 miles (55 km)
Total: 2,983 miles (4,801 km)
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We started the day from Port-Bacarès. "In the morning we headed south along flat, reasonably quiet roads. But as we approached the Pyrénées, all roads converged onto the N114. The last 10 km or so into Collioure, along that narrow, windy, and busy highway, were scary. We changed our minds about a day trip to Spain."
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