KevinS
Senior Insider
It's going to be a hot one today, at least according to the staff at O'Corail and La Gloriette. With breakfast at O'Corail behind me, I have the remainder of the last full day of this short but important trip to look forward to.
At the moment I'm sitting in the shade of the palm trees on the private beach area of the villa, enjoying the view, the white noise of the surf, and a light breeze. There's "un coupe" at hand, covered in condensation.
There's not much surf today, in fact there hasn't been all week. I have yet to see a surfer on this trip. When I last rented this villa there were 6-8 surfers every day, and sometimes more.
Autour du Rocher and its ghosts occupy the hill-crest to my left. The horizon is bare of ships and boats, with only the nearby islets to break it up. To the right, the multimillion-dollar villas of Pointe Milou hang on the hillside, with Le Chris sitting down by the bay.
Farther to the right the beach curves around by Amy and Phil's villa. There are a few people on the beach down that way, and one or two in the water, but the beach is otherwise empty.
The sun is now coming around the palm fronds, so I think I'll move up to the shaded pool deck and send one of my iTunes playlists to the villa's Sonos box. I'll read Le News and chill until the maid gets here, and then I'm off to town. There's one t-shirt that I'm looking for, and I think that I know just where to find it.
Lunch? Who knows. Yesterday I was trying to choose between Côté Port and L'Esprit, and I ended up at La Gloriette... Today I'll be in search of a breeze...
At the moment I'm sitting in the shade of the palm trees on the private beach area of the villa, enjoying the view, the white noise of the surf, and a light breeze. There's "un coupe" at hand, covered in condensation.
There's not much surf today, in fact there hasn't been all week. I have yet to see a surfer on this trip. When I last rented this villa there were 6-8 surfers every day, and sometimes more.
Autour du Rocher and its ghosts occupy the hill-crest to my left. The horizon is bare of ships and boats, with only the nearby islets to break it up. To the right, the multimillion-dollar villas of Pointe Milou hang on the hillside, with Le Chris sitting down by the bay.
Farther to the right the beach curves around by Amy and Phil's villa. There are a few people on the beach down that way, and one or two in the water, but the beach is otherwise empty.
The sun is now coming around the palm fronds, so I think I'll move up to the shaded pool deck and send one of my iTunes playlists to the villa's Sonos box. I'll read Le News and chill until the maid gets here, and then I'm off to town. There's one t-shirt that I'm looking for, and I think that I know just where to find it.
Lunch? Who knows. Yesterday I was trying to choose between Côté Port and L'Esprit, and I ended up at La Gloriette... Today I'll be in search of a breeze...
