We chose this destination for our weekend getaway in spite of it being rainy season because of les huîtres et les crevettes roses. Fresh off the train, we wandered into La Marine and ordered a giant platter of both:
Fresh bread, salty butter, and a bottle of Muscadet were the perfect compliments!
And, despite predictions, we enjoyed beautiful weather most of the trip.
Later that day, we drove 20 minutes to the the 11th century fishing port of Honfleur.
We tasted the calvados.
We laughed at the expression on this cute little dog.
We window shopped.
And gazed at treats in bakery windows.
The day was perfect, in fact, until Fred blurted out that they had found a decapitated man not far from there. Some things are better left untranslated, like this public notice.
Back in Trouville, there was another public announcement that was equally as serious:
It's difficult to read because I'm no photographer. The sign explains that because this café/boulangerie is open 7 days a week it must refrain from selling baguettes over-the-counter at least one of these days to be fair to the boulangeries that are not open 7 days a week, per labor union agreement. Fred and I enjoyed our omelets and baguette in the café, watching as potential customers walked in and then out of the boulangerie, empty handed.
The most unforgettable part of our trip was our visit of the D-DAY LE CHOC ("The Shock") memorial sites:
The World War II Normandy American Cemetery and Memorial
Pointe du Hoc
I couldn't help but wonder what the soldiers who died on June 6, 1944 would think of today's war.