French Walk

Every morning we walk along the prom and back. Its a few miles and a brisk step is required. Along the way overtaking loads of French who are strolling at a snails pace. Why do they walk so slowly?

Well today, meeting up with old French friends, Jean-Claude and Maiite (pronounced Mighty rather than Matey) a leisurely lunch was had in a resto overlooking the port. Lovely. Then they suggested a stroll along the prom. And we did it the French way. 1 mph with a sit and chat on a bench half way. All very pleasant. Here are Maiite and Val at the turn round point.

So now I have done French walk and can vouch for its merits on certain occasions. Although a detox was needed later with another brisk stride in the opposite direction.