Hommage aux pèlerines

On a day when our dear friend Arlette, Cayen's ex, starts her fifteen hundred kilometre pilgrimage from Le Puy-en-Velay to Compostelle, I spotted a local equivalent (sort of): the annual trek out to the sand bars of St. Siméon for clam digging in the icy cold mud.

Both versions seem very catholic to me anyway: suffering for peace of mind and suffering for a good chowder.

(Regulated to four days, one low tide a day and max eighty clams per digger per day)

Here are a few more photos.