Sunday lunch in Le Lavandou

The camping ground has emptied out, only the families with pre school children, young people, and the oldies left.   That is, the people who have taken late holidays, and the lucky people who do not have to work.  Us!  

And the numbers in Le Lavandou have been reduced by two thirds, with plenty of room on the beach now.  So no fighting for your few centimetres of sand.anymore.  

It has been of some interest to watch all the new people arrive, and without the general crowds milling around, it is easy to pick out the nationalities, both in the campsite and in Le Lavandou.  The French of course, still dominate in numbers, tanned, mostly slim, and very chic.   The English newcomers stand out, pale skinned, clothes in muted colours, and not at all chic.   The Italians, tanned and talking very loudly, make their prescence known.   The Dutch, now here in large numbers, taking late holidays without children, also tanned, smartly dressed and confident.   And we have quite a few German families in the campsite, with very young children, who just seem to want to blend in.   

So with huge numbers leaving and small numbers arriving, we thought we would go to Le Lavandou for lunch, to have a look at the town now that there has been a massive exodus of people.

Walter looking relaxed as he waited on his salad to arrive, Chevre Chaud (baked goats cheese), and a rare luxury, a beer.   The beer took a long time to arrive, due to the waiter forgetting to bring it.  He was parched!

 My grilled gambas (Mediterranean prawns) arrived, looking delicious but too hot to touch at first.

 They were huge!   And very messy.

 Then off to our favourite ice cream shop for dessert, two scoops, one of vanilla and the other of passionfruit.  Walter ate his in a cone, but I rather liked the biscuit and small spoon, which somehow made the ice cream last longer.

Then we walked back to the car, past the empty petanque pitches.   But of course these would not be empty later on in the afternoon, after the local men, and some women, have eaten their Sunday lunch, and had their sleep.  This area will be buzzing with activity.

 The empty path running beside the relatively empty beach.

And back to camp, and a swim in the pool, where there were plenty of empty sun loungers, and only a few people in the pool.   I love being a person of leisure.