The people, the place

Cap D'Agde is a holiday destination for people from all over the world. The cars in the parking area have licence plates from Germany, Holland, Italy, Great Britain, Switzerland, Austria, and some others we didn't recognize (what does E stand for?).


Thus is a tiny section of the beach. Probably half of the people are French, but you are never quite sure, until you try to talk to them! The butcher speaks a little English, and that along with Ann's liitle bit of French has got us the meat and cheese we want. The woman at the supermarche speaks nothing but very fast French and obviously doesn't like foreigners, but we have learnt that if you have the correct amount of cash and can say bonjour and merci then you can get served!


Tonight's tea - just kidding! Just saw it on the edge of the balcony.

It's Sunday now, so the last couple of nights have been reasonably lively in the village. We found several spots with live entertainment, and some of it turned out to be us! Surprised? At our favourite bar just downstairs the singer mostly sang in English and honed in on Graham, stuck the microphone in his face and made him sing half an Elvis song.

Then a French woman befriended him and asked him to dance with her, which he did. Later she and the group she was with invited us to head over to one of the nightclubs. There was a guy dancing on a table, with a pole, and it was Ann's turn to dance.

In the evenings people dress up, especially the women. It's a fascinating place for people watching. It rained a little this morning after nothing but blue skies, but the sun is coming out now so it must be time for a walk.

;-) Ann-a-Gram