Normandy, France. We were staying in a hotel at the beach boulevard in St. Aubin sur Mer.
A room with sea view. This was 'Juno Beach' in 1944, one of the D-Day beaches.
It was July. The evening of a very windy day. The sun was sinking. Bright colours, long shadows.
The tide had washed up a lot of sea weeds and other stuff. The beach was a mess.
Downstairs I saw a man -an employee- coming out of the hotel. He crossed the boulevard.
Looked like he was in distress or very unhappy. He sat down on the facade, near the yellow beach shacks.
He sat there for quite a while. Then he buried his face in his hands. And I took the voyeur shot.
Since then I've always wondered what was wrong with the man...