Empty summerhouses embody the silent but crowded seaside public. The sand and ocean wait quietly for children and parents to arrive. The sun warms the small harbour and dust-covered boats wiggle their vanes. No one is here at this moment. Or the next. Or even the next day. The summer village is a lonely town that awaits busy tourists. The empty beaches sing their returning shore-song to the deserted walkways. Welcome in ‘la Grande Vide’.