Walking through cobbled lanes, bare feet and backpack, sundress and sunglasses. The stones are cool. A lady is watering the pavement and sweeping the water away with a broom. Washing hangs from open windows.
Further along the pavement, the water trickles down the steps, the sea opens out; blue-green and glimmering. Below us there is a tiny rocky beach surrounded and enclosed by high cliffs speckled with aloe vera plants.
Tara and I buy lemon and basil ice creams and eat them on the way down to the sea. We are glad to get off the train and away from the hustle and bustle of Paris.
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