Catch a rooster, there'll be coq au vin for lunch this week.
A ride down to Grandcamp, to check out the morning market offerings of fruit, veggies, seafood straight off the boats, charcouterie and more.
A ride on down the coast to the beach and to paddle in the water amidst the old oyster beds.
And an afternoon trip to Arromanches, to wander amidst one of the most bizare landscapes ive seen.
Huge concrete and steel ruins of a vast floating harbour, scattered like ancient alien monsters across the wide expanse of low tidal beach and ocean.
Even as a lifelong cynic, not prone to be easily impressed, it stands as an awesome (if eerily bizzare) monument to what humanity can achieve when given sufficient motivation. Office blocks of steel and concrete ferried across the channel and put together across a sweeping open bay of tidal beach. Left still, after storm and war and near 70 years of saltwater decay.
The site of families and children playing along these windswept stretches of sand, between the monolithic remains of war ... carrying sticks of fairy floss, the sound of a carousel behind... struck me as appropriately insane in a landscape that, in its awesome scale, made any notion of normal humanity feel near impossible.
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