Strategically placed sun awnings (sailbags and repurposed wall hangings) cast pools of shade in Stargazer's cockpit. Hatches and hull ports are open, to welcome a late afternoon sea breeze. Through which float the strains of a jazz saxophone. Light as gossamer. Seamlessly, snatches, of instantly recognisable standards, are interwoven with stretches of pure, summer-filled, improvisation. Breathy and considered.
Through the day, the streets, of Saint-Gilles, have been eerily deserted. For this is Le Quatorze. When France marks the storming of the Bastille. Its birth as a Citizen-State.
Those citizens are currently preparing for a night of festivities and fireworks. To be held upon the quaysides and beaches of the port. And across the Republic.
The sardine trawlers rest alongside, as if it is a Sunday.
Several have been at work overnight, however. Creating a flurry of intense activity at the slipway.
First come are first served. Those furthest down, the snaking queue, are disappointed. Forcing a sudden change in the, long planned, celebratory seafood dinner menu.
From Saint-Gilles' signature sardine, to Golfe de Gascogne culinary hallmark homard (lobster).
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