The first time I went to the Pays Basque I told myself this is where I want to become old, I want to have a house there and let the nature surrounds me with its violence and sweetness.

There’s something stronger than me which attracts me there, when I look at the ocean, my back is filled with shivers, I am not even talking about the love for their earth the inhabitants have, it’s expressed in their food, honest and respectful, passionated.

To do my comic, this is just the greatest place to stay, I am staying in a little hotel, every time I go down the stairs, I feel I am going to bump into Miss Marple or Hercule Poirot, the house smells honey and it’s terrace allows me to draw in the sun until 1pm.

When I go on the beach to breathe some air, dogs wait for their surfers masters to try their skills, and in a few Biarritz lovers eyes you can guess they are all here for the same reason as you, something undefined that always brings you back to this country.