On a Saturday at the Plage de Mermoz, the beach fifteen minutes away from my house, the wide expanse of sand is nearly empty. While in the evenings, the beach buzzes with the activity of boys playing soccer and working out, as the sun creeps up to its apex, the shore is bleached with the heat and devoid of life.
That is, except for the twenty-something goats trying to avoid their baths! It turns out that Saturday is goat washing day at the Plage de Mermoz, and we watch, delighted, as men drag bleating, fleeing goats into the waves. Over and over they scrub them down in the clear blue water. What a sight!