The little market, innocent and pretty. Couples walking around hand in hand, ranging from 16 to 61 years old. Men and women sitting behind little stalls selling hats, swimming costumes, jewellery, and many different people walking around, smiling, laughing, observing their potential future purchases. The best time of day is when it gets dark, and they have little fairy lights hanging from their marquee and umbrellas, you can hear the waves falling calmly onto the shore and the calmness of the atmosphere. With the laughter of families and legions of yellow and orange ice-cream cups, it is impossible not to feel at home there. It's clean; not a drop of litter on the floor, not a speck of dirt on the brick ground. And the best thing is; is there are no horrible Seagulls, no calling of the Seagulls filling the air and interrupting the sound of the peaceful sea. This place is sounding like a magical, mysterious place right? You're wrong. This beautiful place is Saint-Vincent-de-Tyrosse in the south of France, and I dare you to go there and say anything in this paragraph is wrong. 

Bon voyage.