@ The Beach

I hate being idle. I hate doing nothing but sitting and waiting for… nothing. I hate days void of things to do, full of empty hours. Life is too short to stand idly by. It’s a waste.

However, I will happily waste time at L’Esquinade.


Here, shimmers of white sun dance across the rolling crests of a steel blue sea. A golden haze hangs over the jade brush on the mountainside, creating a shadowy silhouette of our lighthouse. The sky is a perfect blue and totally spotless, save for the occasional (and I do mean occasional) fluffy white wisp of passing cloud. Whimsical. You bake in the sun, wrapped in a bronzing blanket of comforting warmth. The gentle sea breeze caresses your skin and the crisp Mediterranean water refreshes you. Sailboats are always perched on the horizon, sails fluttering, looking as if at any moment they may teeter and fall of the edge of the world.

Citron umbrellas. Royal stripes. White fringe. Sand and pirate ships and pure bliss.

J’aime la plage!