Yet, for some reason, the tourists, students and foreign school trippers were all giving me a wide berth, as I performed a jogging slalom along the pavement, trying to avoid all the muddy puddles, while muttering to myself.
But there are also tableaux from different eras, including holidaymakers at breakfast time in a Fifties boarding house and then the same trippers enjoying a cup of tea in a beachside bathing hut.