The town of Le Havre is the least beloved of all French seaside towns. Or at least it sometimes seems like it's held in such disregard by its residents, of which I—admittedly—am one. We're probably no different from people anywhere else on Earth, as we let ourselves believe that nothing interesting ever happens in the place in which we live. But in reality, during night-time, the pubs and the whores are brought to life. The noise echoes through the streets and Le Havre becomes sexy.
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That's what happens when people let boredom overwhelm them—their despair allows them to shine. Le Havre makes do with what it has. It has pussycats with dyed fur, bruises with no stories to tell, and truth-colored eyes. And when I stop to reconsider things, I think that might just be enough for a clapped out French seaside town to be getting on with.See more of Elodie's work here.Does your town or city qualify for paradise status? Feel free to send your pitches to us. Don't be shy.
