It is the time for walks on the sand at sunrise, when only the sound of the waves is perceptible, the Mediterranean stretching as far as the eye can see. Time for a swim with the children running from the beach or a boat trip at sea. The time for Italian-style vanilla-strawberry ice cream that you can savor while strolling along the quays of the marina. That of aperitifs with friends, long barbecue evenings where we relive our memories while sucking succulent ravigote mussels, where time stretches.
Where is the happiness? He's there, in Gruissan in the summer, so don't let him go.