The tiny peninsula town of Cap Ferret crashed onto the tourist scene in the 1920s, when Jean Cocteau began holidaying here: “We row, we nap, we roll in the sand, we stroll around naked, in a landscape like Texas”, he wrote in Letters from Piquey (1923). Polite society wanted to join in, and Cap Ferret quickly became a well-heeled holiday resort. Luckily, surrounded by the Landes of Gascony and the Pays de Buch, it’s never been fully civilized.

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