
No, this is not a ribbon of cumulo-nimbus blooming out from behind the ridges of a tundra, but it is the pebbly pebbly shores of Nice..... Despite the blinding allure of hyper-bronzed grandmas/leathergoods & the clouded azure waters, there was no getting around the fact that sunbathing in Nice would at some to all points involve receiving decidedly untherapeutic full-body massage from what was, so Nat explained, "immature sand"

The locals seemed none too perturbed, especially the young, malleable ones, who even appropriated other bathers to come and sit on them in demonstration of the effectiveness of regional evolution.

Throwing caution to the windsurfers, these cocky out-of-towners were understandably bemused to find themselves compelled beyond their will to perform the ceremonial "pummeling of the arches" pas de deux.

Of course, the gravest and consequently least widely discussed glitch of bathing pebble-side is an extreme and largely (LARGELY) unattractive version of the ol' sand-in-the-togs. Mother nature, you kidder!

However, a growing number of the growing number of enterprising locals are choosing to use this impairment to their advantage by foregoing technology altogether & permanent-marking their way into the small business hall of fame (still under construction).
Comments (2)
argh the pebble pants!!
Posted by mik | June 28, 2007 9:06 AM
Posted on June 28, 2007 09:06
Silica with a breaking voice box. I LOVE the sand in the togs!
PS nice buns.
Posted by badhair | July 19, 2007 6:23 AM
Posted on July 19, 2007 06:23