Early in the year, trees still don’t have many leaves. While biking in the dunes I see beautiful shadow patterns on the bike path.
In French they are beautifully called ‘gendarme couché’, which I translate as a sleeping policeman.
Everywhere In the nearby dunes they constructed bumps for cyclists to adhere to the speed.
In the sand dunes next to the beach bicycles look like horses. A padlock hangs like a rein to the fence