Well we could have done a spot more work at the village house. But the Pyrenees and the 7km beach were calling siren-style. So we went down to the apartment at Argeles-sur-Mer (Pyrenees-Orientales, Sud de France)
Sometimes one forgets why a particular place appeals enough to spend property money there. I haven’t been for seven months, but I am right back in love with this little place of ours again.
Argeles is crazy in the summer, like any other Med resort, but out of season it is wonderfully quiet and just as beautiful.
I’m glad we came. The sky is blue, the sea a jewel-like mix of ultramarine, peacock and jade; the sand a sable slither, the rocks grey.
It was so easy to choose a colour palette here.
The mountains tumble down majestically as they always do.
And do I detect a hint of a smile on poorwornoutTrevor’s face?