A False Start....

So this morning Paul wakes up complaining about being a little dizzy from his vertigo. I have to admit that I sort of dismissed it, as we’ve both gotten used to living with it. It usually just takes him a half hour or so to sort himself out and we’re good to go for the day.

We were both looking forward to our lunch reservation at the Mirazur restaurant, which we can actually see from our apartment.

As our reservations weren’t until 12:30, we decided to do the thing that we always do here, which is go for a quick hike. Unfortunately, Paul hadn’t told me that he was suffering more than usual today. We had only gone about half a block, and I think he actually briefly passed out! He fell to the ground and skinned both his knees, the palms of both his hands (one is going to be really bruised) and cut/scraped a couple of fingers on his hand. I was so stunned for a second I was paralyzed and couldn’t actually take in what I was seeing. I did manage to get him up off the ground and we sat on a nearby bench for about 15 minutes before heading back to the apartment to get him cleaned up and see to his wounds.

He had to take one of his prescription pills, which sort of make him numb all over, so we decided to cancel our reservations at the restaurant (which we were able to reschedule for lunch on the 26^th). Needless to say, this wasn’t what we had planned for the day!

If there’s any good news in the day, it’s the weather. We had the most amazing day with a high of about 23C and pure sunshine (with just a few puffy clouds here and there). The wind remains persistently strong, though, and the waves are incessant!

After about an hour or so back at the apartment, Paul thought it best to get up and out, and claimed to feel much better. We decided to walk into town and check out the stalls at the weekly brocante. There were some interesting things but nothing I had to have, so we managed to escape without buying anything. We decided to treat ourselves to crepes for lunch (authentic Breton ones, made from buckwheat).

Today's menu at the Festival Plage

Flora at the Festival Plage

Skin Suits drying in the sun

Lost Pussy on the Boulevard du Garavan

Because of the wonderful weather, we spent the afternoon sitting on our magnificent balcony, listening to the waves crash on the shore and soaking up the sun as we both read deeper into our books.