The
beach very broad, with sand in abundance, and a promenade with a few
seats and shelters scattered around. There were many people on the
beach as this is the first week of school holidays. A very colorful
scene with colourful bathers and beach umbrellas set against the
yelow-grey sand and the clear blue sky. We propped under one of the
few data palms for shade and went for a swim. The water was coolish,
not cold but not warm. One had to venture out about 50m before the
water was deep enough to dive it. It was refreshing when you were in.
The water was almost flat with not a wave in sight just a small,
gentle swell.
After
about 30 minutes we headed back across the VERY hot sand to pick our
gear, rinse off in the freshwater shower nearby and up to the
promenade for lunch. We found a sheltered spot out of the sun and
made our baguette sandwiches. Emily relaxed under the shelter with
her book while Kerry and I went in search of a cafe and ice-cream
which we found not too far away.
I
have been desperate to find a pair of thongs so we made our way to
the nearby market where I paid too much. Oh well 9 euros won't break
the bank.
Back
to Talairan where Emily popped into the local pizzeria to book a
table for tonight. We caught up with Peter and his little friend, 9
year-old Hannah. Hannah and her family were former residents of the
village but had moved to Reunion for work.
At
8pm we made for the restaurant with Peter joining us. Good thing we
booked as the restaurant was very tiny down a tiny lane. All the
three tables were outside the shopfront in the lane under an awning.
The sky had been threatening to rain all afternoon and as our meals
were served the light drizzle picked up intensity, but not enough to
spoil anyone's dinner. I ordered a “Fruits de Mer” pizza, aka
Marinara which was delicious. The girls each had a generous serving
of Lasagne.
About
halfway through the meal the heavens opened up and the rain came
pouring down. The diners away from the shopfront gave up as the water
in the gutter at their feet started to rise and shop floor was
quickly flooded. But we Australians battle in stoically until the las
bite was eaten! An adventurous meal indeed.
The
rain eased so we strolled back to our Gites where we sampled a bottle
of local red made and given to us by our host M. Remon. A very
enjoyable day.
Greg. I hope you meant "Date Palm" rather than "Data Palm"! You are meant to be away from the work scene!! :)
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