Sainte-Marie

The beach village of St. Marie was like Stone Harbor in off season—sleepy. We went to the beach after breakfast in the garden at Olivier’s beach house, John for his second swim of the day in the turquoise waters of the Mediterranean Sea. Lunch at a little cafe near the beach included anchovies like the one that John found washed up on the shore, all silvery surprise. We didn’t get the “Joe” pizza listed on one of the shop menus, but it did sound good.