Honfleur

We got to Honfleur early Saturday afternoon and found its aire. I had thought previously that Bourges' downtown aire was the largest we'd see. It must have 60-80 sites. Honfleur states they have 120, and certainly there are more than that. By 1PM, when we got there, all the legal and arguably legal sites had been taken. We squatted in the turning circle of a dump station, paid our 10 euros, and set forth for the grande bassin, a few hundred feet away, hoping our home wouldn't be towed away. When we got back a few hours later, the camper was still there, and there were scores of even more dubiously-parked rigs, with scores more arriving by the hour. By dark, the aire was very nearly a grid-locked parking lot. But it all worked out. The rain began in the early evening and it rained all night and into the next day. We left in the afternoon after I bought some langoustines, snails, and mussels for a repast, skyped with Rachel and Rebecca and Penelope at McD's, and drove on to our next stop, Etretat. Campers were still arriving at Honfleur. Brick for brick, stone for stone, Honfleur has got to be the most heavily-visited place we have been to in France. Virtually all the visitors were French, too.

On the grande bassin in Honfleur, sort of the grand plaza in Honfleur

Ditto, from another angle; it is sort of the sanctum sanctorum of Honfleur's
harbor areas (have I been seeing too many cathedrals?)

Mariner's museum

Street scene

Ditto 

Honfleur's very strange little wooden church

Double-naved interior, all bedecked in semaphor; are we in church or on a
cruise? Wait a second, maybe life just is a cruise, and Jesus is our cruise-
director...(I would bet the ranch that this already has been said by some 
Baptist minister in Texas, completely seriously too)

More interesting buildings

Ditto

Flowers in a park between the TI and St. Leonard's church

Another street

Honfleur was one of France's great ports until the Seine finally
silted its harbor over; many great cruises began from Honfleur;
then Honfleur was rediscovered by hazy- eyed French artists,
Victorians, and the rest of us; still, for all its touristiness, it's a
beautiful, memorable little place