Soulac is one of those old-fashioned seaside towns that you still come across in France. It's about an hour north of Bordeaux and you drive through the Médoc past prestigious châteaux to get there. Although it isn't nearly as chic and fashionable as places like Arcachon and Cap Ferret, there's something about the atmosphere that makes you feel relaxed: dilapidated villas that sit empty for most of the year, peeling woodwork, sandy gardens and weeds growing in the streets, moules-frites on the seafront, grandmothers in sunhats buying fish at the market, children with buckets and spades on the long sandy beach. If we had a rickety little villa there, I'd paint the shutters red.
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I would like you to find a rickety villa in Soulac. Surely a bunch of us should get together and buy one. Time share! I'd be quite happy going for a week occasionally.
I'd go there just to try the moules-frites.
I'm with Deborah, I'm part of the deal, but only if it is a red one then.
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