Sečovlje – salt, sun, space. Early morning, before the crowds, not before the birds. Bright.
The entire place reminded me of Cape Cod in a way, the Cape Cod of wild Eastham and Orleans and Chatam; maybe it was the marsh or the wooden boardwalk or the color palette.
But this is Slovenia. The Adriatic Sea. A salt marsh that has produced salt since the thirteenth century.
Far away from home, but I don’t feel it.