As promised 'Wheelchair Repair Man' arrives and meets Ali in reception at 09:15. We had already removed both castors from the buggy, the other one had its inner tube bulging through the tread. Probably aided by the high altitude a few days back.
Cedric says Monday but Ali pulls faces and says we leave tomorrow. He says he'll see what can be done and takes them away with instructions to ring him in 15 minutes. Ali rings and Cedric says 'Le pneu, iss good! Je return mantenant', and 10 minutes later he's back with two new wheels and solid tyres. Better, his bill is at the lower end of Nick's estimate and less than they cost at home.
By 10:40 we're on our way back into town for a proper look about. On the way in we buy a few bits at a veg stall.
Instead of going to the harbour we visit some of the little back streets, all pedestrianised with flower boxes and colourful shutters. Bars have tables in a variety of colours, art shops display paintings and in one shady square 4 or 5 chess matches are being played.
We look into the church; beautiful blue and sepia frescoes but there is a service in progress so we leave quietly. Directly opposite the church a chocolaterie is preparing for Easter, chocolate chicks, bunnies and eggs skilfully decorated.
Cake shops and swimwear stalls compete for trade although there probably aren't many customers common to both.
Back at the harbour a childrens' adventure game has been organised; plywood chests with numbers support games from mini pingpong to a punchball and balancing games. Families circulate ticking off their sheets. We watch, amused the same puzzle gets 'solved' over and again while we munch on fresh sandwiches.
We pass the scene of yesterday's blow out and through the Saturday market. At one stall people stand with plates of urchin, slurping the contents of the spiny shells. And they're welcome to it.
Past the market a long almost empty beach curves around the bay of sparkling blue water. By now we are actually in the next town, confusingly called Six Fours Plages.
On a promenade lined with 70 foot palm trees is a terrace facing the sea in direct sunlight. There are a few empty tables and it would be rude not to stop and enjoy a glass of beer.
Refreshed, we make our way back through town, sit and watch here and there and amble back to the site around 16:00
All day has been sunny and 24 deg, and fixing the wheelchair so quickly was a real bonus.
We sit out until late evening, looking up options for our onward journey.
In such warm weather all we want for dinner is salad.