A tale of two cities. I don't need to see Deauville again. Done. But I could live in Trouville. Happily. People live in Trouville. So it appears.
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Looking through the basin that separates Deauville and Trouville,
toward the Trouville casino |
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| Trouville |
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| Up closer |
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Illuminated by Neptune Himself, with fishing boats astride,
the fish market of Trouville |
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| Thus |
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| And thus, one of its dozen shops |
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I'm the only seafood eater in the family, and our refrigerator is
small, so I limited myself to 1/2 a kg of giant shrimp and 1/2
a dozen of the #2 oysters; I've never gotten much past Pierre
Franey, cooking-wise, so for the next two nights I had the oysters
and crevettes au Pernod (actually, Ricard) |
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| Trouville casino |
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| Flaubert liked Trouville |
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| Too early for boules |
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| The planches |
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| Gotta like this place |
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| The great posterist Savignac lived here |
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| Thus |
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The usual mock-this or that; plus some interesting
architecture |
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Chalet Mozin, 1838; really old for this part of
the world |
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Stripey shops; dozens of these, but also restaurants, cafes, bars,
tabacs, grocery stores, boulangeries, patisseries, charcuteries
..a real town |
1 comment:
Three years ago, we stopped at a store in Trouville to buy camera batteries. Batteries on an upper floor, and groceries on lower floors. We bought strawberries that were the best I have eaten. I could live there, too...or hundreds of other French towns!
Loving your photos and commentary!
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