Malo les Bains

At last we are in France, in Dunkirk, just over the border, at the campground Ville de Dunkerque, the city of Dunkirk municipal campground. Very nice, very reasonable, at least for over-nighters like us. We undertook a long walk along the plage, just west, in Malo les Bains, enjoying but not participating in the beach culture, and looking for Art Nuvo structures. The next morning we undertook a walk along the beach, east, toward Belgium. It is one of the broadest cleanest sand beaches I have seen. The weather was ucharacteristically warm, and due to get much warmer.

The landscape around here is planted, of course, but largely
in small container plants, 6 inches or so, some larger

Anyhow, here we are on the plage road/sea-wall, looking toward
Dunkirk harbor

And the other way, toward Belgium

Our chief interest was beach town architecture, chiefly Art Nuvo,
which Vicki had read about; the place is of that vintage...

We found a little, arguably...

Keeping our eyes on the beach, nonetheless; here, the 8-10
beach volleyballs courts; some of these kids were very, very good

The one real knock-out, a block or two off
the plage

This part of the world has suffered much; the
large sculpture, here, entitled 1914-1918...
1939-1945, captures some of it; the site of one
of the Allies' great defeats in WWII, but also
the ashes from which they arose

Occasional nice grill work

Some Nuvo

Sometimes just a door will do

Back on the beach, watching kite surfers

Next morning, crossing the dunes that separate the campground
from the beach; dune are big around here, very big

Looking back toward the harbor

And north toward Belgium, only a mile or two away

Here and there are reminders of the times that make the name
of Dunkirk famous, or infamous

South

North