Fréjus, 4th August

Had an absolute mare this morning when we spent all our euros on the train to the middle of nowhere to go canoeing and ended up in this mysterious gypsy camp instead:




So anyway, we decided to cut our losses and go to the beach as per, except this was yet another peasant beach, perhaps even more peasanty than the last, and the sea was at least 78% urine.
A particular highlight was when han and I went for a relaxing swim and watched a sanitary towel float slowly past us.