Yesterday I returned to Plage du Moulin for lunch with friends.
The sky was overcast but the sea temperature was perfect.
At least it was for a person who swims all year.
My friends found it a tad nippy.
As usual, I was first in, last out.
If I could, I'd spent 10 hours a day immersed in sea water.
We dined at a table outside and with our toes in the sand, which was what I'd requested when I called to make the researvation.
A kir cassis, fish and chips and ice cream, followed by coffee.
Parfait.
And then I collected the sea shells that I only ever find at that beach. I managed to accumulate a whole shoe full of shells, but on walking back across the beach I met a little girl who was digging furiously in the sand:
"Salut, qu-est-ce que tu cherches?' I asked.
"Salut. Rien, je fais simplement un trou."
"Un grand trou?" I asked.
"Je sais pas, je vais voir ce qui se passe..."
"Bonne idée. Tu veux un coquille?" I asked.
"Quelles belles coquilles! Oui s’il vous plaît !"
After I'd also handed out shells to her sisters, brother and her teenage cousin, my shoe was a lot lighter. But so was my heart. :)
When I caught up with my friends they asked why I was smiling.
"No reason, just that I love French kids," I told them.
