NICE (a day in the life of Saint Malo)

The post before this was the work aspect of my last day. Now comes the beauty aspect.  I was on the beach at 6:45 this morning. And I was the only one (except for someone with a metal detector, but he doesn't count, does he?).

Impressions:

Do you get now why I DO NOT want to leave?

My pet seagull on my windowsill waiting for more baguette

I could stare at this ocean for hours. Today it isn't only the seagulls that frolic in the wind and surf:

Sitting at the bottom of the stairs, just out of reach of the ocean (some spray gets to me ;-) is an 'activity' most pleasing