A Full Weekend
My last weekend before going to UK. has been great. I knew the weather was going to be sunny and warm. I have only been to the coast to swim once this summer and was determined to go once more because I believe that it will be my last chance this year. So I drove to collect Sylvaine and we drove to Les Hopitaux my favourite beach.
The car park was empty unlike the last time I came when it was difficult to find a space. We went through a gap in the rocks and discovered a tiny beach completely empty. We set up camp and I swam in the sea. I love the coast here no matter which of them I visit on the emerald coast or pink granite coast. I yearn to live by the sea. Wouldn't it be great to be able to walk down to the beach. I wonder if one (I) would get tired of waking up to the sound of the sea?
We lunched at Les Sables de Pins on moules frites (what else) with a glass of red followed by a wicked dessert. We took the coastal route back to Sylvaine's and I was home in time for a rest before going to a Fez Noz. I thought I would be too tired to dance but as soon as I heard the music my feet took me into the circle and I was dancing as if I was wearing the red shoes. There was a young man dancing bearfooted like a dervish in and out of the two hundred or more people who were holding little fingers and circling on the wooden dance floor under the stars and the trees. I wanted to join him but couldn't muster the courage. Had I been younger I'd have been there in a flash.
My legs gave in before my heart.
The car park was empty unlike the last time I came when it was difficult to find a space. We went through a gap in the rocks and discovered a tiny beach completely empty. We set up camp and I swam in the sea. I love the coast here no matter which of them I visit on the emerald coast or pink granite coast. I yearn to live by the sea. Wouldn't it be great to be able to walk down to the beach. I wonder if one (I) would get tired of waking up to the sound of the sea?
We lunched at Les Sables de Pins on moules frites (what else) with a glass of red followed by a wicked dessert. We took the coastal route back to Sylvaine's and I was home in time for a rest before going to a Fez Noz. I thought I would be too tired to dance but as soon as I heard the music my feet took me into the circle and I was dancing as if I was wearing the red shoes. There was a young man dancing bearfooted like a dervish in and out of the two hundred or more people who were holding little fingers and circling on the wooden dance floor under the stars and the trees. I wanted to join him but couldn't muster the courage. Had I been younger I'd have been there in a flash.
My legs gave in before my heart.
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