The wind carries us to Gruissan

There are destinations we choose.

And then there are those where the wind takes us.

This summer, it blew us all the way to Gruissan.

Filming the Java de Gruissan: https://www.instagram.com/p/DavXm1VjXM8/?img_index=1

A shack on the sand

You can see it from afar.

Perched on stilts.

Facing the Mediterranean.

Paparazzo looks like one of those beach shacks you imagine in postcards from another era.

The kind of place you come to have a drink…

And end up staying until nightfall.

Dropping anchor

On July 18, the Java Bleu Tour made a stopover.

No port.

No boat.

But the same desire to slow down.

From 7 p.m., the first glasses were raised as the sun gently slipped toward the sea.

Feet in the sand.

Eyes on the horizon.

Iron Prado played the first tracks.

The rest belonged to the summer.

The wind often decides

In Gruissan, there is always a little wind.

The kind that makes the towels dance on the beaches.

The kind that pushes the sailboats a little further.

The kind that sometimes forces you to keep a shirt on your shoulders even in the middle of July.

That evening, it also carried the music.

And a few bursts of laughter.

One more stopover

The Java Bleu Tour continues its journey.

Each stop has its setting.

Each beach its light.

Each evening its memory.

Gruissan will remain the one where we let the wind choose the destination.

Thank you to Paparazzo for the welcome.

Thank you to Iron Prado for accompanying this stopover.

Thank you to Julia Jones for this poster that already made you want to hit the road.

And thank you to everyone who came to share this evening with us.

See you very soon.

J&H