The best part of the day is nighttime.  I sit barefoot on my Juliette balcony in darkness on an old washed up log I salvaged years ago after a winter storm on the beach of St Pierre de la Mer and watch the town empty.

I'm sure that I'm witness to countless drug transactions and nefarious going-ons.  There's a lot of banter and a fair bit of shouting, random laughter and screeching of brakes followed by silence.