We both had mixed feelings abut the coast. To my mind, a coast gets better the less people you put on it, but here we had levels of density I could only imagine by conjuring a nightmare.
But it was empty. Not only was it vastly developed; high rise going on forever, tractors grooming the sand, marinas stocked with pleasure craft as far as the eye could see, but it was empty.
An inferno of close-packed fat French flesh, gleaming suntan oil, children, inflatable boats, beach umbrellas and grit-laden towels filled my imagination.