In the small village in Normandy where the Intern grew up, there’s a very particular place called la Pointe du Siège.
Separated from the rest of the village by a canal, it takes crossing two bridges to get over there.
It’s one of Julius and the Intern’s favourite places. It seems like it’s at the farthest end of the world; lost, forgotten, with but a couple of houses and a handful of caravans built on a silty beach and surrounded by dunes, with the Norman wind blowing with all it’s got.
Julius and Intern love strolling around la Pointe, feeling totally isolated, dreaming of one day relocating their sewing machine to the tranquil interior of one of these old sea-shacks…