His church is a wonderful confection of shapes and contrasting colours.
The harbour filled up today, eleven yachts in now and no space left. The huge ferry put us all into some sort of perspective - feeling pretty small and insignificant.
The harbour-master rules with a rod of iron, and there were some raised voices today. An errant Englishman was instructed that 'I am the harbour master and you will speak to me with respect.' Don't think they are going to get a discount.
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