Don’t you just want to dive into that gorgeous water?  Right now I certainly do!  With our five day weekend I’m kicking myself that I didn’t pack the little people in the car and run away to be oceanside for the weekend, escaping the hot, dry patch that has engulfed the Yvelines for the past few weeks.

Where are the photos taken you ask?  Well, remember the Windows to Another’s World post when I promised a few more photos to follow, these are some of them.

It was an idylic place to be. On the Saturday morning I rose early and headed out, my eight year old came with me for company, leaving the ‘boys’ to continue sleeping.  The ocean was wild and smashed up against the rocky beach as the sun came up behind the cliff tops. We were all alone on the beach, taking photos, recording the sounds of waves crashing and the crunching of stones underneath our feet. It was magical. (photos 2,3,5)

Eventually our solitude was broken by a group of fisherman who came out to cast an eye over the ocean.  They huddled by their boats, walked to the edge of the turbulent waves, jokingly posed and danced to be in photos before they ultimately took one final look out over the waters, shrugged their shoulders and retreated inside.

As we made our return home on the Sunday, we detoured via two places. The first stop immediately won us over. Just look at the divine colour of the water in the first picture, it’s tropical island material! Yet here we were in Normandy, less than a two hour drive from Paris. We walked and fell in love with the village, the beach, the water, the windows – everything about it has me dreaming of being there right now.

Still curious? One more round of pics to follow that might help.

Hint -  The wharf is in a nearby ville where we made the last of our stops on the return, but not in our adorable little dream village.