The tide silently steals away, toward the horizon.
Leaving Roscoff harbour high and dry.
First, the flighted foragers emerge. To search for a seafood dish among the shallows.
Then the terrestrial bipeds follow. For peche a pied. Catch baskets in hand.
Finally, sea-booted yachtsmen march out to their moorings. To fettle their craft.
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