Shells, Shells & More Shells

C: We went to the beach and found a bunch of shells, and then we went to another beach and found a bunch more shells. Some of the shells were clam shells, and some were razor clam shells, and one of my razor clam shells must have been at least 7 inches long.

The beach had a lot of shells, and you couldn't walk around without breaking ten shells at once. Some of the shells were snail shells. One of the snail shells is my favorite, because it is all ridged and white.

We were there at low tide, and not very many people were there, except I saw one man running barefoot over the shells. It was almost nothing like the beaches in California, the only similarity was. . . SAND.

In Massachusetts there are similar beaches, because there are clam shells, AND sand, and there are similar shells. And when it gets to be low tide in Massachussetts, there are huge beaches, a lot like here in France.

The shells are the same here because all of the spores float to the other side of the ocean, I guess.

[Note from Mom: We are staying at a friend's house near Le Croisic, on the south coast of Brittany. It's just north of where the Loire river flows into the Atlantic, and is an area that has been known for its salt harvesting industry for centuries.]