The South of France

She walked along the promenade Joined by her dog She was so awfully glad Here, there were the rollerblades And all the tourists out in cascades It was down on the beach Where they joined the tide And the tumultuous heat Never, ever, left their side From the road There was a view That of the sea Its water - rich and blue The lifeguard went about his day No problems yet What else could he say? To many, success was rare But on a day like this Who else would still care? For the sand was warm And gone was the storm That had plagued The ice cream sales Yesterday.