A Smell of Kelp .......

             We drove away from Los Olindas through a series of little dank beach towns with shack-like houses built down on the sand close to the rumble of the surf and larger houses built back on the slopes behind. A yellow window shone here and there but most of the houses were dark, A smell of kelp came in off the water and lay on the fog. The tires sang on the moist concrete of the boulevard. The world was a wet emptiness.

Raymond Chandler
The Big Sleep
1939

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Anna Marias