May be better not to swim here.
We moved on from Ramatuelle to Sainte Maxime which is a small town on the Gulf of St Tropez. We stayed at a pretty basic aire (N 43.317154, E6.630549) next to a roundabout on the way in to the town. 8€ a night, drainage and water; it is a good base for exploring the town.
There is a colony of coypus, called Ragondin here, by the side of the cycle path.
We cycled the half mile or so to the harbour and watched some traditional French dancing. It was some kind of gathering of local food producers…olive oil, wine and other regional products were represented.
We left the bikes on the seafront and walked up through the town. It is a lively town with a small open market, busy on this Sunday morning. As senior chef, Nia bought a Pinny covered in chickens.
We stopped at a restaurant ‘La Comptoir’ for lunch. It was very good and the service, as guaranteed, was very friendly. I would have put a picture in here of us stuffing our faces with delicious French food but Nia says too many pictures of us eating are in danger of getting boring. Quel Horreur!
Is this Franglais? Like Confiture de traffique.
After lunch we cycled towards St Tropez, on the coastal cycle track. I say towards because it was beginning to get dark (it was a rather late lunch) and we turned for home a little past half way there.
We passed these brilliant sculptures on the cycle ride.
Tomorrow we will drive a little further east, to Cannes, to celebrate the Missus’ birthday (again).