The beaches of the south of France aren’t generally thought of as places of solitude. When most people think of beaches in southern France the image probably includes half-naked German tourists with skin like leather and pasty Brits baking in the sun. In the winter, however, the beaches we’ve visited in south-west France are a picture of solitude, with nothing but miles of deserted golden sand and the occasional dog walker for company. It might be a bit chilly, but there is no better place to relax and let your worries be washed away by the crashing waves of the Mediterranean.
