Mimizan plage

I had some time alone with Agnès, when
Jules went to Mimizan to rent a bicycle.
He returned with tins of sardines, baked
beans, cucumbers and bottles of wine.
And we cooked our first meal in the shed.
In the bus he had heard that there was
farm nearby where you could buy wine in
two-gallon demijohns. The opening in the
roof wasn't big enough to ventilate the
smoke, so that after a couple of days,
we smelled like smoked mackerel. By
the way, do you know how much firewood
you need every day? Of course there wasn't
a toilet, so we sat behind a tree ...
Luckily Jules also bought toilet paper.