Calm weather and a quiet building made for a peaceful night. There was no audible evidence of the ocean despite being several floors up, only the subtle white noise of hotel air conditioning.
A walk around the corner and down the skewed street for a typically French breakfast of croissants and coffee, then to the beach, vast and luminous and planted with rows of tiny white huts.
Above, a signal tower at the port where ferries shuffle back and forth to Dover. In a parallel route to the west, Eurostar trains piston through Chunnel in the seabed.