Beauty in Cape Cod

There’s something unusually beautiful about the smell of low tide on the Cape. It is foul... but it’s salt and sea and memories of mudfights in clam flats.

And there’s something beautiful about an almost-80-year-old uncle driving his 50-something-year-old niece – convertible top down, drifts of French on the wind – 25 minutes out of the way to see the Atlantic from the American side of things. It’s deep and meaningful and pictureseque, celebrating a closeness that supercedes the distance of the ocean. It’s reminiscent of a place he once lived. Of family.