pelota (or jai alai, as it's called in the US--remember that jai alai shot in the Miami Vice opening sequence?), check, check, check. My expectation: a slightly petrified resort town, maybe even chic-er than thou. I mean, it made the shift from whaling town to resort rockstar status when Napoleon III built a little cottage for his Empress Eugenie way back in 1855. Okay, it was a ginormous villa, which is now a ginormous five-star hotel on the Grande Plage. Anyway, assorted royals and the merely monied have been flocking to Biarritz ever since.
Biarritz Olympique, regularly taking home the national title. This in a place where there is a municipal pelota court on every other street corner.
This is a detail of the door leading into the cathedral Napoleon had built for that most-loved Eugenie. In the process she was eventually named a saint--in this, her own cathedral on the rocks anyway.
Maison Adam, which is, by all accounts, the place for macarons, since the mid-1600s at any rate. You can see from the link these are not remotely Parisian-style macarons, either. I can't tell you how they taste because the shop was closing. But I can tell you the peppers hanging above the sign are made of ceramic, and are a colorful nod to the nearby town of Espelette, famous for its AOC registered chile.