Still heading north we passed through Ranville where we spied a small group of Romani travellers camped near a crossing selling an assortment of home-made basketry.
Their caravans were as picturesque as Vincent made them in his masterpiece: Caravans, A gypsy camp near Arles.
From there to Trouville, where, despite the gloominess of this late summer colourful striped beach huts paraded along the strand, enticing the hardiest sand-dwellers into their shelter.
Cabanas and beach huts kept drawing our eye.
Little boxes, little boxes, little boxes all the same. And they're all made out of tick-tacky, but as charming as can be.
There's a white one, and a blue one.
And a whole line of green and yellow ones,
Lit by sunset, backed by blue clouds,
And while they're all made out of ticky tacky,
They are lovely, just the same.
And as the sun crept down in a blaze of light, people pinned by the views, picnic, watching. We found a restaurant with a view, lining up for three courses. This being the coast our choice was seafood. The first course: Potage de Poisson. Simply delicious!
The following day we found a variation on the beach huts at Berck plage: up and down that beach, cabanas were dipped in soft gelati colours: pink, blue, yellow and green. Even the high-rises facing the beach cabins were painted in sherbet. Looking at it felt just like eating fairy floss.
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| Ranville Romanis |
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| Caravans, a gypsy camp near Arles |
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| Trouville beach huts |
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| Cayeux-sur-mer cabanas from the esplanade |
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| Pretty cabins |
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| All in a row |
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| Sunset on the beach at Cayeux-sur-mer |
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| Potage de poisson |
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| Lolly coated beach cabins at Berck |
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