Today a holiday souvenir. Oyster shells are everywhere around the Golf du Morbihan, Brittany.

As a vegetarian I don’t eat oysters. I can however appreciate the delicate beauty of their hard but light-weight shells, knobbly on the outside and multi layered, the inside milky white, the edge delicately uneven.

Many coastal villages around the Golf were at one time largely dependent on oyster production, and their shells were used in road and path making. The square oyster beds in use today can be seen at low tide.