It reminds me of a spot i've seen pictures of that is on the Mediterranean coast of France, like around Marseilles.
We used to call that break Haunted House, there was an old abandoned house on the little point before it was turned into condos. South of there is a better point, longer rides. Haunted was called that because we followed a trail of blood into the house when we were kids, it led to a closet. It used to be (still is) very sharky during wave season. Before leashes, one of us would stay on the beach and signal to the line up if a school of big fish were on there way through. Time to catch a set wave and do the survival crouch to the beach. Nice pic Towlie!
