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Windy here, with a surprisingly soft sea, so that my km of swim went like a marvel. But on the beach, the sand kept stinging me and I had hard time reading Gerald Durell of all things.
Now I am fighting the dehidratation induced by the Mistral, with tall glasses of rum agricol topped by orange juice.
For dinner I will give to the two creatures that the Goddes (may she always look upon me with sympathy and never ending favor) has bestowed me with, melon and pata negra ham. I might open a jar of foie gras, just for the fun of it. The wine? Well, that Chardonney. But after these 2 tall glasses who could notice? Candles, no doubt.
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