So far, so sleepy, in Loctudy. On this 'Quatorze Juillet,' the day that the Bastille was stormed, in 1789. Perhaps because the Fete Nationale Francaise falls on a Sunday, this year.
Which means no additional day off work. With the fishing fleet already alongside, for the weekend. And no lieu days offered, in France.
At the beach, paddle boarders enjoy the sunshine. Amid youthful shrieks and laughter.
At the head of the creek, the stone chateaux gaze out over the tide pool, serenely.
As a Grey Heron silently stalks the still shallows.
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