Something about Medville

AnElephantCant speak French
He just about knows that un plus un makes deux
But he is heureux
His heart is on feu
And a mammoth sourire lights up his yeux

Cavalaire in English

west to the Îles d'Hyères west to the Îles d’Hyères

Medville is the sort of place where it is easy to be happy.
Apart from the sea – ah, the Med! – the beaches, the port and the little town, all with the mountains as a backdrop, there are fascinating corners of enchantment everywhere.
Such as the Secret Garden, the Broken Steps, the Great Pine, and the Forbidden Jetty.
And, of course, the little café in the square.
Today I spent some time on the Forbidden Jetty, with its incomparable views east across the bay to Cap Lardier and west to the Îles d’Hyères.
On my way homeward I stopped into a portside café, Chez Alain.
There I met Mon, with whom I have often entertaining bi-lingual conversations.
He enjoys practising his English on me, but it is slightly inferior to even my French.
So we tend to alternate languages, depending on the topic of…

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3 Responses to Something about Medville

  1. Tastyniblets says:

    nice view of la mer..


  2. emmylgant says:

    Ah yes j’ai vu ce sourire il n’y a pas longtemps.
    AnElephanCan easily spot magic.
    because, emmy kids you not,
    magic shines in vanilla lights
    and smells like peanuts.


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