The Beauty of Everyday Things

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dinard, france.

 

By and large, tourists bypass Dinard, since there are no particular Sights-With-A-Capital-S to see. But Dinard is a lovely place to visit. It hugs the curve of a certain bit of Brittany coastline, where the water is green as agate and sand is caramel. The town itself is nestled within a set of serpentine, stone walls, upon which a set of tall wooden houses stand.

It also has a market. Not a tourist market selling little tchotchkes or an antique market with great-grandma’s forgotten treasures. No, just an ordinary little food market. But it is beautiful. The bouquets of ruby-coloured radishes. The garlands of fat sausages. The cheese marbled with blue veins of mould. The way bright, fresh berries are arranged like jewels in their trays. All of these everyday things are beautiful.

Liam and I gather food from the market, and then walk along the city walls. Bright flowers are blooming everywhere — in the centre of town, along the stone walkways, against the old city walls. When we finally reach a vantage point from which we can see the loveliness of both the city and the sea, we clamber into the black rocks and set up a picnic there.

Beauty surrounds us.

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delicate flowers against the city walls.

 

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lobsters black as midnight.

 

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joy forever.

 

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basket brimming with rosy sole.

 

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snapdragons in rainbow hue.

 

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yellow mushrooms, flanked by local produce.

 

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berries almost too pretty to eat. almost.

 

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the smellier the cheese, the tastier.

 

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feathery pink flower lit by the sun.

 

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old city walls of dinard.

 

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seagull alighting from flight.

 

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oh look, it’s the town again.

 

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is there anything better than a chocolate macaron?

 

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a simple picnic. no photo of bread, as i always nibble off the tops of fresh baguettes soon as we buy them.

 

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later, walking off into the sunset with my love.

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