The night sky in a French fishing village

I’ve had this same thought back home, lying outside at night in the hammock, wind in the trees, the leaves a dark blur while above me the countless stars flicker. How different must life be for city-dwellers who are never outside in the true dark of night, alone with the vast dome of sky. After all, for centuries human experience was fashioned beneath this same sky, its constant presence evoking awe, fear, and thoughts of the eternal. Isn’t it important to be regularly stunned by the wonderment of the universe beyond?

At night in this seaside fishing village, the sky is like a second ocean, wide and mysterious. The moon watches us as we walk home after dinner and waits for us to look up and say “Oh!”

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