“Maison de Pêcheur” – Another blissful day à St. Tropez
“Maison de pêcheur”…
Our abode…
à St. Tropez…
“Nous vous adorons”…
It’s simple.
It’s rustic.
The sea is splashing away.
It’s playing with, and cajoling, the sand and pebbles… outside our doorstep.
We’re far… far… away…. from the madding crowd…
That is…
St. Tropez “Central”.
It’s “restez tranquil” – for us.
We wake up… with the enchanting paleness of dawn…
Swim and frolic…
Search for the perfect shells of all shapes and colours… the white… the beige…
The black stones…
At midday, we go for lunch to “Manu” (our favourite fish restaurant) – where we order our usual “loup grillé au feu de bois”…
O-o-hing and a-a-hing our way through the succulent white, tender flesh of the “loup”…
Oh… oh… not forgetting the irresistible barbecued corn-on-the cob… accompanied by a magnificently chilled Côte de Provence Rosé wine.
We then allowed ourselves to indulge in the wicked “fondant au chocolat, avec de la crème fraîche” – with the inevitable expresso… yum…
“Après ça”… a pleasing nap.
We are woken up by the delicious beckoning waves, lazily nudging at the doorstep of our beloved “maison de pêcheur”.
We rush into the gentle arms of the life enhancing water of the blue… blue… sea.
Splashing…
Swimming…
Floating away the afternoon…
Refreshed by our invigorating swim, we huddle on the sand, in anticipation of watching the powerful, “burnt orange” sun setting… setting… r-e-l-u-c-t-a-n-t-l-y… into the sea…
With our love…
We blow a…
Kiss to the departing sun…
Gently disappearing into sea… awesome…
Until we meet again…
“Demain matin”…
Having experienced…
Another blissful day à…
St. Tropez…
a.