This ice cream cornet would make a fitting companion for Hell's Hot Dog - although the ice cream parlour it's attached to is actually really good.
There's another cornet alongside. I can't decide whether it represents a dream or nightmare: all the ice cream you could ever eat, or a shrunken, hypothermic child?
Both are in Sables-d'Or-les-Pins, an extraordinary town on the Breton coast. It was created as a resort among sand dunes in the 1920s by Roland Brouard. Horses and sports cars raced there, jazz musicians gave concerts, a casino and a high-class restaurant were opened. The Wall Street Crash ended the resort's heyday, following which Brouard died impoverished.
In recent years, the resort has enjoyed a revival. Once more, the broad central avenue is full of appealing cafes, tourists walking and cycling, and a unique atmosphere. However, don't look too closely at the ice cream cones...
