The good life

 Check my parents' new house in Cap d'Agde, southern France, a block from the Mediterranean sea.  My mom has been cooking fabulous meals every day.

 We've been gorging on fresh fruit, veggies and cheeses from the local market,  taking looooong walks on the beach every day and even looooooonger naps before sitting down to eat some more.

Suddenly life has been reduced to who will pick the best seashell on the beach (me), who will win the next game of Parchese (Daniel) and who will eat the most blue cheese (tied between Stan and Emilio).

We hang the laundry to dry in the backyard.  We nap with the windows open.  We make our seashells shine with a dab of clear nail polish.  Once in a while, we get in the car to visit one of the medieval towns: Carcassone, forty miles to the west, Pezenas and Roquebrun where we bathed in the river.

We get internet connection at the local library.

Here is a glimpse of the French kitchen.

And here is to all of you, our hard-working friends and family back home!  We'll be back in due time. 

A tres bientot!

Comments

[Marie-Piere Stien]

I well remember the camp site at Camp de Sable D'Or, Cap d'Agde when we visited you in 1976, that hot hot summer!

Have your parents now sold the house in Dunkerque? as I seem to have lost touch with them.
Love
Alan Corkett