La Plage

On the free morning the weather was beautiful, and we went by bus to the suburb of St Mark's where the beach has been renamed La Plage de Monsieur Hulot, after a a film that was set there. There is a raised space with a view over the beach, with a statue of Mr. Hulot looking out across the beach smoking his pipe.

The waves were quite strong, and we went paddling and got a little wet.  There were some rocks which were good for clambering over, and some more that were good for the waves that broke over them.

We tried to get a drink from the Best Western hotel overlooking the beach, and went instead to a bar nearby that was just as good and quite a bit cheaper.

Plage de Porce

After the evening meal I walked to a nearby beach. The route took me past a baptist church, where I was invited in to join the midweek bible study when I stopped to read their notice board.

  There was a steep climb down to a sandy little cove, flanked by steep cliffs on three sides.  I walked along the path at the top of the cliffs to the next bay, and enjoyed the fading light.



People were dissapointed that the hotel was not near a beach, so I timed the walk back.  It took 20 minutes, steeply uphill at first, walking at quite a pace, and I was quite hot when I got back.