Off the Grid in Gruissan

Tangerine sunset over the Gruissan lagoon…

Skipping out of town to the coast just as summer’s heat was poised to pounce had us humming a happy tune…all the way to Gruissan. Where, you’re wondering, is this Gruissan? Perhaps the getaway destination is nestled in the upscale Côte d’Azur? Near glitzy Saint-Tropez? Maybe by swanky Monaco? Or fashionable Saint-Jean-Cap-Ferrat? Nope, not a mega yacht, Lamborghini, nor Hermès bag paraded around this authentic fishing village, down Spain’s way. As temperatures soared back home in Saint-Rémy, in this unassuming seaside enclave, we chilled.

Which is not to say we exclusively navel-gazed all week.  Au contraire. To celebrate Ralph’s birthday month, we made the rounds by bike, foot, and auto but sans rushing or traveling far afield.

Here are some highlights:

Cheering life in the slow lane on the terrace of Château Capitoul.

Wherever you are, dear readers, here’s to health, happiness, and hope.

Bises, Gayle

PS

When the primary editor returns my manuscript of Pleasures of Provence (working title) at the end of the month, surely revisions will need to be made. In the meantime, I’m resting up, knowing full well I’ll need to gear up when the time comes.

PPS

The striking Woodchat Shrike posed for Ralph near Gruissan’s salt pans. (Photo by Irvin Calicut, Wikimedia.)