I know, I know. I’m such a one-trick pony. I love the same things over and over again. Can’t help it. Windows. Doors. Gates. Anything that opens out onto a larger world, or closes in on a smaller one, hinting at untold stories or other lives to be discovered. In Cap Ferret, the irresistible draw was the alleyway. Who can resist—even if privacy hums about the place like a swarm of protective bees—wandering between the weatherbeaten and color washed cabins toward a glistening bay? I couldn’t.
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