Today was the day the squire turned another year older and in Northern France. So what better way to celebrate another milestone than a stroll along the beach. The day started off rather hopeful, with a bright, colourful sky and not too many figures below the minus sign. So with a blue sky and energy off we went to see what we thought of Le Touquet-Paris-Plage [commonly known just as Le Touquet] beach and town centre.
On entering the town, the things we noticed were the tree-lined streets and the unusual and attractive houses which had a slight resemblance of the thatched cottages from the areas of Devon and Cornwall. First impressions were good ones.
Pretty much a summer place, which of course, it would be. The buildings below are sought after to view from enthusiasts of 1920-30’s architecture.
There were a few hardy souls that included us who ventured for a walk along the beach, using the man-made walkway.
With a high tide when we arrived, we were surprised to find it was still flat enough to go for a short walk along it. During low tide, a local lad told us that it goes out quite a long way and it is possible to obtain some crabs. We took his word for it as we weren’t going to be able to stick around to find out nor did we have any inclination to do crabbing on a 1deg Friday morning in January.
After that brassing experience, we thought to ourselves
“where on earth, is the nearest cafe?”.
So off we went to find it. A few blocks away we did find. In the form of a small quaint cafe called “Elizabeth’s” selling cakes all the way from England. Ok, with our first reaction making us feel a wee bit disappointed. Then going back in the old memory bank we remembered that we hadn’t been disappointed with an English cake or slice. With that thought, we entered as we were cold and in need of some caffeine more than cake. We were not disappointed and enjoyed both the coffee and the conversation with the coffee maker.
With a town reliant on weekend visitors and of course good weather guests, it was reasonably busy and with quite a few shops open. Next weekend there is a motorbike race on the beach, so the place will be pumping, in the words of our local advisor.
Now that we are aware of what’s there, next week, we shall bring our chargers Louie and Nellie with us for a bit of sea air.
Thinking it must be time to sort out dinner for this household.