|La Plage des Lézards, Carnon|
Several of the others have an excess of silicone and overly brown taut skin about them, the beach babes of a predictable type, usually with balding, often dumpy (richish) men. If they aren't young and nubile, they are 'of a certain age', skinny, and well-weathered. They'll be sporting some serious money around their necks and wrists, a pale blond hair-do, something tight and white, and an unfortunate shade of lipstick.
Their sisters in the back of beyond are the opposite - plump, dressed sloppily in nothing that goes, and with that odd red hair colour that local hairdressers must get as a job lot.
Both are a far cry from the French woman so beloved by English newspapers who is chic, skinny, probably not brown cos it results in wrinkles, and wouldn't be seen dead anywhere outside Paris (16th), the Cote d'Azur or, at a pinch, Vichy (for the waters).
Down here on the 'populaire' beaches of Languedoc you see rather more effort than taste.
And having had a nice bitch, I can get back to my rather yummy home-made felafel made with my New Mixer (Carrouf Home) and wonder how I managed without since I broke the last two. Glass of frosty Puech Haut rosé in hand, natch. Cheers!