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Busking in Pornic

Day 5.  Fri 19.7.19

We were happy enough in the campsite in Pornic, but it wasn't one where we wanted to spend too much time (if you get my drift).  No our type of place!
So we went into town in good time this morning and had a busk.
I'd had a look on Google street view, and seen what looked like a good spot to busk.
There was free parking for the van not far from the town.  A short walk along the harbour wall and we were in town at my previously identified location.

Busking in Pornic
The people in the Bureau de Posted (Post Office) came out and had a look at the strange duo making music.  The guys in the ice-cream parlour next to the PO apparently were deaf, as they didn't even seem in the slightest bit interested in us.
We did our usual stuff for about an hour.
To say that the Frogs were slightly under-whelmed would be an accurate description!
On the whole they didn't care, didn't give, and walked on by (to quote the song).
We didn't do massively well, but the busking session was salvaged by the last person to donate, who dropped a 5 Euro note into our tin. 
The final nail in the busking coffin for the day was when Wembley Arena sound levels started to pump out across the other side of the harbour.  
Everyone in the town must have been able to hear it.  
It was a band sound check-up on a stage with lights and sound rig of Live Aid proportions.
Our time was up.
Time to move on.
We drove on down the west coast.  St Jean de Monts, St Gilles Croix de Vie, les Sables d'Olonne, etc.
Then the search was on for a campsite.
All the sites we found we full and (again) extortionately priced.  In desperation we turned inland towards Lucon, and by complete fluke, found the most delightful place.  Halfway along the D949 towards Lucon, was Camping La Grisse.
What a find!
And half the price. 
Why did we want one of the overworked seaside campsites, when we could have this little gem?  Spotless loos, big pitch, cheerful staff, relaxed attitude, and a bottle of wine!  
Who could want more!?





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