Nothing Finer than a 29er

Cavalaire in English

20160325_172140This week end Cavalaire is invaded by young fresh smiling faces.
The Eurocup 29er Regatta is underway.
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Sailing teams descend on our town.
Cafés and restaurants push tables together, feed hungry young sailors, families, friends and fans.

Your not so intrepid roving half-correspondent went for a walk along the Promenade late yesterday and watched a ballet of sails in the bay.
Then I moseyed to l’École de Voile, the Sailing School, where sails, masts, and what looks like a confused mass of people occupy the beach.
Laughter and voices fuse in multiple languages.
I play a solitaire game of linguistic recognition…

It is Easter weekend and our main beach comes to life again with this new energy, a sense of renewed strength and optimism, a foretaste of spring.


This week contestants trickled in.
They registered and practiced, crisscrossed the bay in small flotillas.
They tested the waters, checked the equipment…

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3 Responses to Nothing Finer than a 29er

  1. Dear Emmy,

    You made me feel like I was there. (I wish). I love ‘solitaire game of linguistic recognition.’

    Shalom,

    Rochelle

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    • emmylgant says:

      Thank you Rochelle, I am pleased I was able to do that!
      Medville came to life after the doldrums of winter and, in spite of moody skies, the good humour remained.

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  2. Hyperion says:

    Sigh…I’m jealous, Em, but thankful for the colorful scene you painted for me and the pictures to go along. 😀

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