Ahoy there

The French seaside. Such a romantic proposition.
 

Turquoise and azure blue
Yachts and sailing masks
The warm Mediterranean
Golden sand
Rocky shores
Sleepy fishing villages
Understated wealth
Glistening sun
Navy and white stripes
White linen
Girls in sailor dresses
Blue and white striped boat neck tops
Striped beach umbrellas
Polka dot bikinis
Whitewashing
Beach huts
Wide, floppy sunhats

It seems that no summer holiday would be complete without days at the seaside.  And what a shame when that seaside is the French coast on the Mediterranean…

The lovely thing about a day at the beach is that it still retains the innocence of my childhood.  It will always be the perfect family outing, requiring little more than refreshments and sunscreen.

It was everything my over-active mind had imagined it would be: The mental picture I had created was pleasingly accurate. Four children in striped navy and white swimsuits, with obligatory red trim, frolicking in the water and playing in the sand. It’s just a shame the locals didn’t share my love of a vintage 1950s seascape - some boy leg polka dot bikinis would have been so much better than many of the flimsy string numbers we were subjected to. And the yachts had to remain in my virtual image (that’s fine - I can overlay reality with virtual).

This time we visited the Cote Bleue, which is the poor cousin of the French Riviera. We do have big plans to make sure we get to the real deal on our way through to Italy. And unbeknownst to Jamie I will be on a mission to find some sailor dresses for the girls. Simple pleasures.

We didn't want to ever forget the day we took a family outing to the French seaside so of course we captured part of our experience for posterity.  If you have a spare minute you’ll find it under the video section.  Just pour yourself a citron presse before watching to get in the mood.