At over 80, Lucienne hunted grouper and scorpionfish every day of the year, or simply collected sea urchins and arapedes. She would walk down Rue de Belgique and join the coastal path, which took her two minutes to Crique de l'Anglaise, a small beach with colorful pebbles facing Île Rousse. Harpoon, mask, fins, and snorkel in hand, she would go into the water. In winter, an old sweater would do the trick.
Today, the same path leads you to the cove. It also leads to other nearby beaches, such as Les Engraviers, Le Capelan, and Renécros Beach. Each one is unique and has its own story.
The property has remained in the family. The cabin has disappeared, making way for a modern, pure building made with noble materials. But the spirit remains the same. The pine forest, extended by a valley classified as "wooded," descending to the sea, is still there with its "bancaous" (stone terraces), its cicadas in summer that regulate the rhythm of the days, and all its scents of young leaves, thyme, rosemary, lavender, and wild thyme. A haven of peace, a feast for the senses in a 4000m² park.
