We've never been to this little town in high season. The word is that during August, the queue of cars goes back beyond its boundaries. Even in early September, we ended up having to park by the railway station which is a good five minutes' walk from the beach.
Of course it's worth it with its small harbour, picture-perfect tower and everywhere, glowing Mediterranean colours. Doors and walls painted the hues of ripe peaches and nectarines. Great tumbling swathes of eye-searing pink and purple bougainvillea. As Dufy, Matisse, Derain and others discovered, every corner is a painting waiting to happen. I'll go light on words on this post and let the images tell the story.