There is no better way to end a cruise
than to find a resort where you can just laze by the pool all day.
Later, we walked into town to go see
the beach.
The isolated cove close to our hotel
had actual nekked people on it: four old men who ceaselessly walked
back and forth along the water's edge, like banty roosters.
It took a lot before Karen would agree to go down
there to dip toes into the Med.
This is our hotel, as seen on the walk
back from the beach.
The building across the street.
Part of our hotel, overlooking the
pool. No nekked people at the pool, thank God.
The street leading down to the beach.
Really quaint, unless you are looking for a parking spot.