What Is That?


Zelie asks in excitement.  “That is the ocean,” we say. “Woo! OOo!  Woo! Ooo!” she replies.

We delivered beef in Bordeaux today and made a little side trip.  The kids are on vacation, so it seemed a good time to steal a moment to go somewhere we’ve never been before.  In Zelie’s case, the ocean.  Born and raised in vines, cows, ducks and crops, she’s never seen the ocean.  She ran around like a four-year-old on a beach.


Lucy has been to the beach many times in many countries.


Spoiled child.  Yet still, I optimistically believe that we will all play in the sand and not really go in the water.


“No mom, I’m getting my feet wet” means: “I’m going in and you can’t stop me.”

Water temperature and swimming attire are never an issue.


The beach was sleepy and lovely.  It reminded me of the beach town where I grew up.  Dedicated surfers working their skill despite the wind and cold.  No one around except the dude with the metal detector and four visitors like us sticking our feet in the water.  A not so busy snack stand selling everything except fish and chips: duck and chips, burger and chips, beef and chips, chicken and chips, steak and chips plus variations on previous meaty bits and chips.

The beach houses were impressive.  They don’t make beach houses like this in Southern California.


You could access the beach using a staircase.  Most were being worked on.  We finally found one after a long walk.  … conveniently the only working staircase was right next to the snack shack.


We didn’t do much.  I watched the kids play with the beach.  I was reminded how loud being at the beach can be.


Another beach house.  They have beach apartments that look a bit familiar, but these houses really stood out for me.


Zelie made a very, very long track.  Looking beyond, I could just see Tijuana.


As we walked down the beach, I came across a casualty of play.  A broken green soldier man abandoned on the beach.  Curious where his bottom half might be.  But he seems strong and still ready to fight.


For lunch we polished off our non-fish and chip dish when I noticed that the shop across the way sold other interesting things.  Paninis, Americains and Chichis!  With chips, no doubt!


The beach, today, was a lovely treat.



4 thoughts on “What Is That?

    • Jean Curtis says:

      Nor us! It was so lovely to hang out and enjoy the sea without any crazy madness. Just enough wind for the tourist to stay away. Then, it was peaceful.

  1. kipper says:

    Only in France would you find a beach shack selling duck and chips! Love photos and stories about visits to the sea/beaches

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