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This is not any type of beach. At least for me, since I learned to swim here 33 years ago, more or less. I used to live in a house separated from the sea only by the sand dunes. Between then and today, Time (and Man…) has ravaged the coast in senseless way.

I was fortunate to be there recently while I had the low tide early in the morning, allowing me to walk on the wet sand at dawn while listening to the seagulls crying out their protest to the sun about to rise.

Much later, around 8am, elderly people start to arrive for their morning walk/exercise, before those thousands who escape from the summer heat invade the beaches. They go and come within the limits of the piers dividing the different beaches, alone or in two, starting their day with their lungs filled with the salty air coming from the Atlantic Ocean.

Although they all wait impatiently for summer to arrive, this is a beautiful and very poetic seascape during winter, when the sea and the wind wash the coast under the symphony of thunders.

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