Every second step reveals a fresh vista. Commands a pause. To absorb the view, preserve its memory, with a picture, and, perhaps, to Google its provenance.
The conical topped Lantern tower, located beside the channel, and visible across town, was built as a lighthouse. In its first incarnation, by the Romans. Housing a well stoked fire to warn ships at sea. It is currently surrounded by the portakabins, of masons, working to integrate twenty first century flood defenses with the mediaeval city walls.
At the head of the harbour, the squared off Saint-Sauveur church glows in the morning sun. Lending a Spanish look to its corner of the waterfront.
Metres away, along the quayside, the severity of ancient stonework is relieved. Sculptural Scotch Pines, bonsai writ large, sprout luxuriantly green. Beside a bold red striped lighthouse. Shifting the scenic palette beyond the spectrum of weathered masonry and terracotta.
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