Off to La Londe for lunch. A pleasant location, away from the maddening crowd, or at least most of the holiday makers. And always easy to get a car park.
The port of La Londe, nothing large or flash, but full of pleasure craft.
Lunch in a favourite restaurant, a pity about the red plastic roof, which always gives people a strange glow. And it is not the alcohol either.
David leaning against the front of his sailing boat. Wishful thinking there, David.
The beach in front of the French President's holiday home. Yes I know it is a large rock, but inside this rock there is a very large and palatial holiday home, with swimming pool. All well guarded of course.
A pleasant day, driving around the wineries, beaches and ports. I was the lead car, and again I managed to drive down some unexpected and very narrow roads. Just a few minor scratches on the car, and a sudden move to the incorrect side of the road, which surprised a driver going around the roundabout. Nothing major, thank goodness.
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