I was thinking about how I'd redo my one room love shack in Cap d'Adge and made the mistake of Googling it. It's been discussed here previously, the nudist and swinger reputation the place has had since the 60s, the redoubt for working class Parisians who can't afford the Cote d'Azur.
The Mediterranean beach resort of Cap d'Agde in the South of France is the biggest holiday resort in France. Famed for its 14km of sandy beaches, clear turquoise waters and steady supply of Mediterranean sunshine, the resort itself hides an interesting history. Cap d'Agde is located about 20...
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Just the place I'd buy an apartment for my precious daughter if I were pervy Derek.
I am putting that -- as well as the massacre of Beziers -- aside and thinking about how to spend a lot of money on a nice little place in the Languedoc.
First, a motorized white awning over the terrace I can push a button to fold back when I leave. An outdoor shower for sand removal with bathing suit drying, perhaps arranged as a wind sock to create patio "art" by taking advantage of the sirocco. Bathing suits blowing in the breeze, festive. Good white patio dining table and white cushioned chairs foldable into a locked white shed. Good retractable clothesline as sea air dried bed clothes are one of life's real pleasures. In other words, I'd make the patio a whole nother room. Sun powered LED candle lanterns, plain white globes.
I don't know how you'd do a scent room. Without overwhelming stank, that is. But see the thing about Languedoc is sun-warmed rock and wild herbs and Cathars. Nothing solid except the unbelievable stony resilience and heart-breakingly gallant troubador transcendentalism of Occitanie. Did you say,
@C'est moi, the sirocco prevails? I think, perhaps, postcard sized botanical drawings, ink on white, of the scrubland herbs, thyme, rosemary, bay leaves, and savory. Bath soap in those scents.
I'd spend good money on a big white wet bathroom, multiple showerheads, big enough for two, a linen closet full of good big hand-loomed
Moroccan bath towels, a cleaning closet full of shower cleaning squeegees, herb-scented cleaning liquids, buckets, rags, swiffers with washable terrycloth heads, and perhaps a little wet vac.
I'd plan a ship's galley like landing strip by the door, with shoe storage, beach blanket, furniture, and tote storage, sunglasses, hats, SPF lotion, toys, picnic equipment, back packs, farmers' market string bags, etc.
I'd install as big a good Murphy bed as money can buy, with pillow and linen storage. Old French linen sheets and pillowcases, cotton blanket. Generous bedside lamps for readers in bed. Little bookshelves regularly purged.
Ship's galley kitchen, oven, and implements. White. I'd install a grill on a two-burner hob and superior ventilation to rid the tiny space of daily multiple fish cooking smells. A normal sized kitchen sink with spray faucets for my
farmers' market fish and vegetables. Minimsl undercounter refrigerator.
Low tech French press coffeepot, you barbarians, easy to keep clean with my locally made Manfred
Savonnerie la Brique biodegradable coconut oil dish soap, and nice old cafe au lait bowls. Dinnerware for four, no more, from
Le Poterie Not, including a diable to honor north Africa just across the water, and a
massive white-glazed cassole, looking like a tagine, for the fruit and veg of the day, which, with the flapping bathing suits and herb drawings would be the only decoration.
Zitoun Tunisian crackled glass opaline tumblers, no stemware, you barbarians.
French naval mess kit cutlery for renters and the $2,500 locked-down white
bone handled Laguiol flatware for me. You want shopping? I will
teach you shopping. Big white damask napkins from the brocunt, a clean one for each meal, no napkin rings, you barbarians. Plain white tray to carry it all to the patio table.
I would install an owner's locked closet for personal goodies.
I'd install a vacuum system for complete sand control.
In loving memory of the wonderful Ermengarde of Narbonne, whose generosity gave rise to the troubadours, magnificent white homespun flax draperies, ceiling to floor, and plain white cotton voile inner curtains. A nice built in stereo system with Spotify's
troubador playlist. Also the 60s
French yeye girls playlist.
A pale stone floor, no skid, no carpet, silky, clean and cool for bare feet.
Nothing else. Some flowers, maybe, once in a while.
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