Maurice and I went out running the other day on a beautiful morning in the direction of a little village called les Boucheleurs. It’s right on the water and a couple of years ago, during a huge storm, was flooded which destroyed some places, houses and businesses that processed oysters.

This house is open and you can see where the flood waters damaged everything.

A little further on was a little place set up to sell fresh oysters, shrimp and wine. This looks perfect for summer I think. I’m not a huge fan of oysters but eat them now and then. Living here in such a huge center for them, I guess I better develop the taste for them. I like mussels really well though and they are served everywhere around the area-with French fries.

They have these little concrete pools of sea water to keep the harvested oysters from the ocean, fresh.

A little further on we saw they wooden posts slowly falling apart. I think everything like this is made of cement now. These are much more picturesque.

And, of course, I have yet another photo of the sky from our balcony, this one at sunset. Can’t get enough of those.