Water, rocks, vines. Without a doubt, you are on the Côte Vermeille. Somewhere between the edge of the world and the first contours of paradise, there are spots which must be explored. You just have to wait for the sun to rise enough to reach the feet of the cliffs to get geared. The schist paths are narrow. Some say it is the best way to sprain an ankle. But it is worth the risk. Only a few strokes from the edge, the sun reveals unexpected landscapes: crayfish, conger and moray filled canyons. Under water, the verticality gives the impression of flying. A slow free fall witnessed only by the bream shoals omnipresent in the ripples from the surfaces’ rocks. Paradises always keep their promises, which is why we keep them secret.