Heaven/haven- Out of the sway of the sea.

The Casablanca ship was in the port when we arrived. Just along the port, at the edge of the marina, there was a small group of elderly people, some sitting on a bench, some on the low wall behind them, some in wheelchairs ranged either side.
A large, ebullient woman stood infront of them, and suggested Piaf. She raised her arms and they started to sing La Vie en Rose. Some of the voices were reedy, carried away by the Tramontane, others sang stridently, powerfully.
I sat on a flowerpot nearby and watched as people walked past. No one stopped to listen to them. I applauded their Piaf, and bouyed by a response, they moved on to Trenet and sang La Mer to the sea, and to the Casablanca ship and to the gulls being blown off-course above their heads.