We stopped at some little place on the coast, can't remember the name but it was something to do with 'grand' and 'dull' at the same time....Grandes Dalles or something like that. We stopped at the little grocery store for some baguettes, slices of ham, cheese & fruit and trundled down to the tiny beach. Well, I guess there is a beach there when the tide goes out because when we were there the water was swirling straight up against car park & the only sand visible, was underwater! There were two old matrons manning a little cafe that sold ice-creams and coffee and when I went to buy some coffee, we had one of those interesting chats where I think they were telling me where we should visit en route to Boulogne and I thought I was telling them about what I had seen, when in actual fact they were telling me I had a big nose and was eating bread on grass that was strewn with poodle poo and they thought I was just talking Martian about nothing in particular.
The paparazzi gets papped. Look at that beautiful water!!
The 'pap' has the last word....Bronwyn and I bid Boulogne bye bye...
The paparazzi gets papped. Look at that beautiful water!!
The 'pap' has the last word....Bronwyn and I bid Boulogne bye bye...
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