Unlike Cadaques, (we tried to visit but gave up when encountering the five mile tail-back to get into the town) Cerbère was fairly quiet. Our usual cove, (above) was this time completely full of the most wonderful driftwood. We several happy hours collecting it and making rubbish boats that capsized. Mark fashioned a few pentatonic xylophones and we entertained, or not, the other beach dwellers with a an impromptu concert.
Below: the happy family pictured with a fine specimen of a 'dog-head train' on one of our numerous rambles around the station sidings area.