Oh Port Cros you have my heart. You smell like pine needles and sea salt and eucalyptus. You are splendid and, in mediterranean terms, unspoilt...Read More
EPIC LITTLE ADVENTURES, SHARED.
Firstly, you deliver a white sand bottom, which allows my anchor to dig into you and grip like Elnett on a ballerina bun. Then you mesmerise my mermaid, salt water gypsy soul with your insanely addictive blue. Blue. Blue...Read More