on one of our outings to the beach near sète, i decided i wanted to gather only shells with holes so i could make a garland. it turned out to be significantly easier than i had anticipated. the beach was scattered with these caramel colored shells, each one peering at me suspiciously through a worn spot on its hinge. i just discovered that the spot is called an umbo. it turned into an afternoon of easy pickings. and the result was several rattling, caramel colored garlands hanging in our doorway.