Yesterday, some of things I gathered were less visual and so I will have to describe them to you in words. Like the sound of hungry French people tapping and cracking, gathering their lunch of low tide exposed oysters.
I could hear a light, soft, crackle from the rocks as crustaceans flexed mixed with the low on-shore wind bringing conversations and languages to my ears from far far away. Some I understood. Some just washed over me.
Small boys scampering and scuffling in the sand.
Until tomorrow mes amis!
|31 July 2011, Cari-Jane Hakes|