Prochaine Arret: Honfleur

Leaving Etretat on that first morning in France, I was mesmerized. I had seen a beautiful sight and done some good shopping, now all I needed was a crepe to hold me over till the next day when we got to Omaha Beach- boy was I ever wrong.


Mag drove us about two hours west into a little seaside town chockfull of French holiday-makers out and about with their kids. Honfleur is a town littered with cafés, shops selling everything from cider to shoes to knives that would make Natty-chu drool.


All this surrounds a beautiful dock in the city centre full of sailboats. I also happened to run into a friend I knew in Honfleur. My pal M made an ominous appearance as a sailboat, both Mag and I caught it, then I took a picture and recorded it for posterity.


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We walked around for a while but since we had been hungry all day food was on our minds, more specifically crepes. We found a nice cafe that was still serving lunch and proceeded to drool over the menu. I abandoned the crepe idea soon after I saw their fish of the day, salmon. I ordered that while Mag had a salted crepe. Apply all positive superlatives to this luncheon. For about 15 frantic minutes there was complete silence as both of us wolfed down our exquisite dishes. I wanted to have a taste of the crepe, but didn't want to offer my fish in return. So, I didn't ask and Mag probably felt the same way. No reason to induce hatred over one bite.


I looked at some shoes but decided that it was better to buy Bata from Pakistan if anything. Besides, I was beginning to see why everyone says France is so expensive. It was midday of my first full day in Paris and I had already spent a 100 euros, time to clamp down. Yeah, right.

Mag and I picked up some cider realising that whatever town we reached next would probably be our last for the day. We hadn't really exerted ourselves, but the car ride was cramping both of us up. And as if that wasn't bad enough, we had every intention of sleeping in the car that night.

I left Honfleur reluctantly, the town bustled with tourists as we left, our parking spot immediately gobbled up by another petite car.