The Beauty of Everyday Things
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.