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Manatéa is a 2005 Lagoon 38 catamaran based in Hyères, the gateway to the French Riviera's most coveted sailing grounds. This well-maintained twin-hulled vessel offers the stability and space that makes bareboat chartering genuinely enjoyable, whether you're an experienced sailor or stepping aboard for the first time. From Hyères, you'll have direct access to the Îles d'Hyères—Porquerolles, Port-Cros, and Levant—where turquoise anchorages and pine-fringed coves await, plus the broader Côte d'Azur stretching toward Saint-Tropez and beyond.

With four cabins and two heads, Manatéa comfortably accommodates up to eight guests, making her ideal for families or groups of friends seeking a week of shared adventure without compromising privacy. The catamaran's beam of 4.5 metres creates generous saloon and galley spaces where everyone gathers naturally—the refrigerator keeps provisions fresh for simple onboard meals or pre-dinner aperitifs, while the bimini overhead provides welcome shade during midday anchorages. Solar panels supplement the twin Volvo 30hp engines, allowing you to linger at peaceful spots without draining batteries, and the autopilot handles longer passages so you can relax or take in the scenery.

Sailing Manatéa is refreshingly straightforward. The lazy jacks and lazy bag system make sail handling efficient, while the GPS chartplotter and outboard motor ensure confident navigation and easy manoeuvrability in tight anchorages. Whether you're island-hopping between Porquerolles and Port-Cros, anchoring off quiet beaches, or enjoying sunset drinks in a sheltered bay, the catamaran's shallow draft opens access to spots larger monohulls cannot reach. A week aboard typically blends leisurely mornings, afternoon swims in crystalline water, and evenings exploring waterfront villages—all while your floating home moves gently beneath you.

Picture yourself at anchor off a secluded cove as the sun dips toward the Maures mountains, a glass of local rosé in hand, the gentle lap of water against the hulls the only sound around you.