Maybe it was indeed an abnormally high tide, rather than an abnormally low pier. This is
the same pier that before our boat trip was partially submerged, with a heron happily walking on the line between wet and dry. Upon our return it was perfectly dry, as it it has never been touched by the swell.
We spent the afternoon is absolute calm, walking on the shore of the peaceful harbour, reading the street posts with french names, sitting by the sea and watching the anchored boats and the far hills losing their shape in the mist.
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You will notice two holes in the calendar on the left. I didn’t post for two nights. On Wednesday evening I was flying to Chicago, supposedly arriving in time for a late dinner. I was lucky to get in time to sleep, as we left with more than 2 hours and half of delay. Weather... airlines are so strapped these days that they don’t have any reserve and a storm anywhere in the country cascades delaying the schedule everywhere else. I got there, though... and it could have been
much worse.