this promenade, or beach walk, goes for miles. we'd like to know begining and end, so we know we missed nothing. an old boat has risen above the beach, blown up there by an almost forgotten tempest old people might remember the storm. the boat remains. we noticed sunshine, a sweet, warm gift. tourists surrounded us as we walked, on an unfamiliar walk, a promenade what began for us, where we put a foot ashore. the boat was a notable landmark; it was obviously going nowhere, as we were.