We’re in France. Successful trip on the Eurostar (chunnel) this morning, car service out to Trouville sur Mer. Checked into the Hotel Flaubert mid afternoon. Small hotel with charm. This is going to sound silly, but the keys are the big clunkers that you leave behind at the desk when you go out, and the room numbers are no more than 2 digits. Not sure what the word is, not homey, maybe it is charming? Anyway I like it!
Dropped our bags, went in search of mussels for Joe immediately.
Very quickly we realized that Trouville is a fabulous country cousin of Paris or other large French cities, meaning no parler English. Madame Amiry would be proud of me, I am navigating us through everything from pickled peppers to music playlists. Entertaining to say the least.
Again today we wandered and watched. This is a coastal town, our hotel is right on the beach strand. We were in jackets, others had on jackets and hats, others had on bathing suits, others left their bathing tops at home. Like any beach town, there is that interesting juxtaposition of the locals and the tourists, but all seemed united in the quest for a glass of wine or beer with lunch. And to that end I observed my spirit animals; an older couple eating a late lunch that included a bottle of wine and an ice cream sundae each. Vive la France!
Tonight we wandered for a late dinner and settled on a small cafe, Tivoli something. We eschewed the snobby cafe that had no time for our language bumbling (and I cannot blame them, we were bumbling) and wandered into a small place that looked welcoming. Joe had an amazing Dover sole and I had my dream dinner, glass of wine, good bread, and a selection of 3 milder cheeses. Lovely.
Tomorrow we switch gears and get going with the cycling tour. We are prepared to fake it, not make it, and have a grand time.
Talk soon.
Hope to see you along the way.