Getting to spend the afternoon lounging on a galmourous land, next to a house that seems right out of The Great Gatsby and swimming in the motor free Saint-Charles lake is a luxury only for a selected few. It is also our favorite way of beating the heat wave.
Last time we went to the beach it was to talk business. Different lake, different attitude! This week the lake was our vacation from it all. Nothing mattered but strawberries, friendship and finding the coldest spot in the lake.
It was the perfect afternoon and I felt just like Brigitte Bardot, touched by so much beauty. Lake Saint-Charles is our Saint-Tropez!