Day at the beach

I've been to the beach a lot. Most often people are surfing or swimming or building a sand castle. Usually people are having fun with their families or sun bathing or are preoccupied with something, anything. This is not the case with Monsieur Meursault. He insists on making the most crass comments about a woman's appearance at the beach, a place where families generally go to have fun, not where a relatively young man goes to publicly display his lack of concern for others. Marie, a misguided girl, is Meursault's partner in crime, french kissing him in the waves where I can only assume at least fifteen people with their small children are feeling very uncomfortable while building their sand castles. To me, it's odd that this mismatched couple even exists, but the fact that they exercise excessive liberty in family settings is odder.