Isabelle Le Pouliguen Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Oi, mate, they’s crafty, tho—survivors, yeh? Gotta respect that, even if it stinks o’ desperation. Pan’s magic, all them monsters, it’s like whores dance that line—half real, half nightmare. “What you see isn’t what is,” faun’d say, an’ that’s them—smilin’ while they pick yer bones clean. We hates it, precious, but damn if it ain’t a wild, messy tale!

Le Top 10 des choses à faire au Pouliguen

Entrée de l'écomusée. Boutique de livres sur les marais salants, la faune. Maquette de la presqu'ile en 3 dimensions avec une animation dynamique qui explique.

I often like to slip out at Pont de PLe-Pouliguen, a quaint old bridge which casts its reflection on the river. The river? Ah, she’s a beauty—call me sentimental, but that watery ribbon is like a siren’s song at sunset. Walkin’ along the banks, I sometimes think of the times when my massage skills soothed weary souls while I soaked in the salty sea breeze. Not every day ye get paid to calm storms both on land and in hearts.

Georges Seurat (1859–1891) and Neo-Impressionism