The classic craft converge on L'Herbaudiere, for the weekend.
Swinging scything bowsprits expertly, within the confines of the port.
The fishing fleet head for their homes and families.
Wasting no time in hoisting the catch ashore.
To pay the bills.
Out to sea, la houle, otherwise invisible to the eye, rolls through hull high to the lifeboat.
Vaulting the reefs, in a flurry of foam.
Sweeping in to sand fringed bays, dotted with sun worshipers resting from the rigours of their working weeks.
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