Tip your hat.  With the sundown background we paused to eat and drink, the vanishing sun as vista.  We were blessed by the company of children (ok they too are getting older) and dessert.

Walking along the strand we arrive at the rock outcropping, the surf waves, the surf schools, the historical marks of time.  This beach emerges from the sea without the shadows of all-inclusives.  The signs as honest as they are out of date. No matter how you tilt the hat…

 

Along the walkways and the dirt trails, food establishments serve affogatos, tattoo parlours marking memories, lessons of every kind and even rooms to rent.  In a neighborhood with shingled variety a Sunday School simplicity emerges.  Children of all ages playing without wrist bands, creeds or prerequisites.  Colouring stories.