Morning in Loon Plage

First, one for samarcand, overheard at the self-service breakfast buffet. Son of English family at the next table, baffled by the variety of teas on offer: "They've got all kinds of tea...
"Dad, is Yellow Label normal tea?"

Dad isn't rushing to answer. "Is Yellow Label normal?"

Dad obviously has no idea. "Yes, it's normal."

Outside the hotel, the floral Eiffel Tower on the roundabout is looking even better than when I last saw it, greener and bushier. But there's better still in store, on the road in to Loon Plage itself:

I spotted - and was charmed by - the beekeeper, on the traffic island as we approached the junction. But it was durham_rambler who noticed his bee, on the roundabout across the way.