Knokke Heist on the Flemish end of the Belgian coast. A great day of sun and sea, with just the right breeze. Next time we will take our bikes and ride north towards the sea-dunes and marshland reservation.
That is not to bad for the North Sea in the coldest early summer ever recorded. Many thanks to the Gulf Stream. But then again it was darn cold. We did swim repeatedly to the dismay of the locals that I previously believed far more adapted to the harshness of their north western European climate.
This may well not be South of France - as some even pretend calling Knokke the Belgian Saint Tropez - buth there is certainly a bit of the atmosphere: glorias girls and matching cars.