Ooh, I haven't even been home for a week yet and already I am yearning to go back! Just look at the light, the color of the Mediterranean--can you hear the sweet splash of the waves? Le sigh.
True, I posted a video about this lovely spot at the time but felt that we could all use a bit of beach this Friday. A little reminder that it is now officially time to exhale.
I shudder to think what le Plage de L'Estagnol could be like in say late July. Radios! Empty Pringle cans used as bongos! But in April, ahh, serenity and solitude. The very few people that we passed greeted us with the tight smiles of the smart set. Those in the know.
As I am not much of a swimmer, I can't say that I minded that the water was too cold even for toe-dipping.
The wind was brusk but the swing of sand softened my cheeks...
...and the waves were pushed into cyclical Hallelujah chorus.
For the curious, the L'Estagnol beach is south of Bormes-Les-Mimosas. This is a stretch of sea that has little in common with the overbuilt, Ferrarified coast further up the road. The only touch of "le show" are some phenomenal wineries, whose expansive estates run right down to the shore line. The rolling road of the 42A is one of my favorites to be found anywhere.
We even had a bit of luck on our side. As we pulled into the lane leading towards the beach, we noticed that the gatekeeper had left for the day, meaning that we didn't have to pay the 8€ entry fee. And if ten smackeroonies sounds like a lot to pay for a bit of paradise, you need to shake the spiderwebs out of your noggin'. Still, who doesn't love a free ride?
Just don't make the vital mistake that we did: be sure to bring along a bottle of chilled rosé, a corkscrew and two glasses!
At the end of our long walk, I held Remi's hand as we looked out over the ochre cliffs towards the lolling horizon. "This will be my favorite moment of this week," I pronounced. And it was.