Finally, finally I managed to go for a walk on my own and it did me well as I made quite the discovery. Of course I still had to kindly — but firmly — deny all “bumpers”. That’s what they call the people who accost you for something. In Mauritius, the beach-vendors were called “hawkers”. Always nice little names!
Top right photo – "Where is my clypeaster?"
For the 3 weeks I’ve been here, I’ve noticed some strange little shells. I thought that they just wore down strangely, but as the ground is low ☺and that I had always been “accompanied”, I hadn’t given it a second thought. This morning, my eye halted on this perfect shell with a star shape in its heart, which made my own beat with joy. Hurray, victory, I thought of you Nathalie and Alain. Did you feel this long-distance connection on this morning of the 1st of February?
I had just found a charming sand dollar. An urchin, like the ones in Mauritius, though this one didn’t need lots of scouring with a snorkel as it’s washed up from the sea. It also has a different shape seeing as it’s crenulated on one side. Is this the beginning of the wheel of fortune?
I picked 1 up, then 2, then 3, then… in the end there were so many that my hands were full. What small wonders these clypeasters are. My lipstick is a good point of reference for the scale. Classic sand dollars are more within the range of 6-7cm diameter.
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