The second on a week of poems celebrating life in the heat of the cote d’Azur.
50 minutes power walk to La Garoupe after the storm gave us all the will to live.
Greenery smashed, pots broken and shutters torn off their hinges. All destruction.
Before the new day.
Now the beach hums with noise and activity at 7.30 – and the sun has put my hat on.
Even the dull rap thump fits into this creation of luxurious leasure which will be served up to stupefied tourists for the rest of the day.