French abstraction

Le beau est toujours bizarre
Charles Baudelaire


The good weather has broken and it's cold and grey and now drizzling.  A quick dash into Bantry to deliver cards, a chance meeting with pals for a coffee and a Portuguese custard tart   and a brief wander around the pier at Durrus where I spotted a bit of French abstraction. It brought out the poetic in me - you didn't know I was a fluent French speaker did you? Little liar.
Thanks to Ingeborg for keeping AT going.