Where the Light Gets In

By DHThomas

Afternoon in Brest

on the quiet beach
people strolling or seated
and we three, chatting

Our friend Clotilde sent Julie a message on Friday to say she'd be in Brest for the weekend - could we maybe drive up and meet her? Of course we could: it had been three years since we'd last seen her.

The afternoon and start of the evening (we left Brest around 9 pm) was spent talking either on the beach or in a beachside café.

I hope it won't be three years until we see her again!

Extras: Clotilde, Julie, seabird feeding, sundown.

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