Last week, my friend Sue had her first French birthday. This fell right before her first French wedding anniversary and her official Franciversary, the day she moved to France.
We all wanted to celebrate so we took a day at the beach.
|The beach reminded me of my days in Corsica.|
Our friends have a puppy, so we had to look for a beach where dogs were allowed. We ended up going to La Franqui and walking to a part of the beach where there weren't any "No Dog" signs.
But first, we had lunch along the waterfront.
|A lake, or etang, stretched inland between the sand and the sea|
Although it looks beautiful and had lots of birds in it, it was a little stinky.
|Sue and I toasting her birthday. I had sangria.|
|Earl and Steve in matching blues|
|The pup in the foreground. Earl striding into the Mediterranean|
This was a pretty perfect beach. The sand was soft. The entrance into the Med was not precipitously steep as it had been at some beaches. We could walk a long way out without it getting too deep, as a matter of fact, a sandbar allowed us to stand in knee-deep water and let the waves break around us.
|Digging to Australia.|
|Ice cream on the boardwalk|
After rinsing off, we headed back to the boardwalk for beers and ice cream. Mine was a Mama Mia with salted caramel ice cream and sauce. The addition of the Haribo candies did nothing for me.
This was a terrific beach and we'll definitely visit again. As September stretches in front of us, we know our beach adventures are coming to an end soon.