We go to the beach.
What else do you do when you are staying on the Mediterranean in the summer and you have no air conditioning.
Our daily routine involves a walk (or drive if we are feeling lazy) to the daily farmers market for fruit and vegetables, a stop in a bakery for some bread, a trip to the butcher or the docks for meat or fish.
Then we are home for big lunch, siesta and study, and then off to the beach.
I don’t know why I was so surprised to find topless women on the beach. The young, the old, the overweight and the perfect. About 1/4 of the women on the beach are topless.
Not my girls.
Hubby yes, but he doesn’t count.
Some laying and sun bathing, back or front side up. Some are sitting and reading or talking. Others are walking in or out of the water and one rather large breasted women is playing a ball and paddle game in ankle deep water.
I just can’t look and keep a straight face.
I guess I am not mature enough for this beach.
Hubby is doing fine. He says it doesn’t bother him. Guys, what does this mean?
And my apologies to the guys who only came here today for the photos. No photos of the topless women. Although if you look closely they are there. But I am pretty careful to only get the shots from their backside, on the rare occasion when I bring a camera to the beach.
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