Monday, July 9, 2012
We visited Les Landes - a region of France that Xavier cited the first time we went to Cape Cod - the wide, white sanded beaches bringing him back to that region. It is a hushed region - even in the first week of July. It was cold and the clouds portended squall, but they brought beauty and complexity to the beach we stood on (almost companionless). Bizarre pine trees were penciled onto every horizon - their trunks totally bare - their branches all accumulated at the top. Marguerite was blithesome - running everywhere, crowing with the rhythm of the waves. Colette was very serious - the wind must have stunned (or inspired) her.