One Hundred and Seventy

Le Touquet Paris Plage, France

signage

doing flips n shit

la plage

le coucher de soliel

sunset drama flux

le touquet

baguette

Spontaneity is a beautiful thing, so Gibbon's drove to a port and we ended up on a ship. Moore had brought nothing more than a bottle of water, suit jacket and £1.50 which was infact spent on the ship on a portion of chips. Spending a few days avec oreos, le vin, le baguettes de pain et la coucher de soileil at la plage is most definitely the perfect prescription to wind down. Why wind down you ask? Well, when you bust mad shit on the regular, it's nice to chill the fuck out for a while and kill time eradicating clichés. Having slept rough in a number of odd places, train stations, the streets, river banks, an air traffic control tower, barns, in trees, lift-operating rooms, rooftops, public parks and Doge's Palace to note a few, I'd still never slept on a beach. When you can make your own pillow with sand, and shape mother nature's mattress to the contours of your body, It's a sure sign of win on all levels. Biggest shouts to Gibbons and Moore. France is dope yo.

Peace, Paix