An eclectic crowd, of stone cottages, jostle, for shoulder room, beside cobbled alleys.
Their rough hewn masonry is garlanded with bright flowers. Which spill from well groomed gardens.
All paths, in Piriac, meander, sooner or later, down to the quay. Where al fresco diners, shaded by broadleaf canopies, sit, cheek by jowl, with a stately church and hall.
Before them, the Grand Norven, named after the leading mark, for the port entrance, takes pride of place, in the harbour. Now dressed overall and joined by fellow 'classics.'
Beyond the harbour, lie Piriac's protective ring of reefs. Where, the falling tide reveals, rock pools, natural wind-breaks, and soft sandy beaches. Perfect for a picnic.
Or, for the more energetic, wingfoil practice.
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