The stupid waves kept us up all night because we could hear them through the delightful refreshing Mediterranean breezes that blew through our open windows.
For the first time in pretty much my entire adult life, I mostly did nothing today, other than taking naps, walking around town, sampling local wines and seafood, and feeling inadequate around French tourists who seem pleasant enough but I have no idea what they’re saying to me. I just smile.
We had lunch at the town windmill (windmill not pictured).
The only unsettling thing that happened is that we got this whole lecture yesterday about how the French commandos who train here use red guns when they’re doing exercises to differentiate from real guns so that we don’t all freak out for no reason. Red guns. And today – blue guns. What does it mean? |
| Image Credit - Martha Pierce |
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