Brigitte Bardot used to sing:

"Sur la plage abandonnée
Coquillage et crustacés
Qui l'eût cru déplorent la perte de l'été
Qui depuis s'en est allé..."

The song was probably internationally known...

Here, there is nothing like everybody going on holiday at the same time, causing traffic jam etc... as it happens in France on the 15 of August. First of all people have far less holiday and they fly abroad most often.

In Binyamina, it is not even really cold in the winter... still the sea side looks a bit like that: (except for the pink sand)

Since I have been living here (about three years by now), and even when I came for visits (before the girls were born), I was always surprised to see that everything seems to be in constant evolution, in other words "not finished".

It is a recurrent surprise for me, when I go back to France to observe that everything is comparatively so neat: flowers pot holder are installed at regular intervals - in Lyon for instance, down town, each window receives a specific light at night....etc.

Lots of things happen and are created here, as for the finish, it never seems to be part of the plans. Where does it come from? - mentalities? - singularity of the place? - a little bit of this, a little bit of that, probably.

For the sea side, it's about the same dominant impression, half wild, half built...

When few friends meet, It can look like above. I believe that creation and "im-pro-vi-sa-tion" are strong points of most people here...

Here is an improvised living room on sand. It reminds me an album from the cramberries, "No need to argue".

(click on the picture to enlarge it)