Snapshots from Normandy
Deauville and Trouville are cheek to cheek facing the Atlantic on the Normandy coast; across from Le Havre and east of the WW2 landing beaches. Deauville is the bourgeois home of horse racing, sailing, film festival and shopping in stores like Hermes with distinguished solid houses with Tudor trim and massive pointed roofs. Trouville is more populaire with the fishing boats moored in front of the casino and shops like Monoprix and lots of trinkets and fridge magnets.
This week the Hippodrome (race track) hosted a group of Irish horse breeders training and trading and the best restaurant in town was full of ruddy faced owners, Barbour clad trainers, and pint sized jockeys - all toasting their success and talking about prices and bloodlines. The horses were everywhere from dawn to dusk being exercised on the track or on the beach and being walked slowly through town there and back.
The huge beach is edged by their iconic art-deco changing cabins that are retained from generation to generation along Les Planches - the boardwalk. The whole walk recognises exclusively American stars as their festival is only for American films.
Robert Evans was an actor and producer who turned Paramount around in the 70s with Rosemary’s Baby, The Odd Couple, True Grit, The Godfather and dozens of others. He said “We didn't strive for commercial. We went for original. We fell on our asses on some of them, but we also touched magic." I had never heard of him before I saw his name here.
The Marche de Poissons in Trouville is a gem with a few merchants selling the freshest seafood; sending customers away with huge works of art “plateau de fruits de mer” or serving them with some white wine on that spot - you bring the baguette and dessert and they bury you in shells; gamba the size of bananas.













