HOULGATE HOLIDAYs DAY 3

I have to skip the letter Y, because I continue my holiday diary. Holidays are tiring especially when the weather is bad and you have to look for adequate occupations instead of laying lazily at the swimming pool and let the sun shine on your belly.

When we opened the curtains this morning it was raining cats and dogs !  Even Charlie hesitated to go out and water the plants.



I took some pictures of our apartment. The living room with the kitchen and the hallway leading to the bedroom and bathroom.



Fortunately around 11 it cleared up and after lunch we decided to see the most famous little towns around. Before we went off I took pictures of the building in which we spend our holidays.



Poor Charlie has difficulties to get in my car, he slips and  Nicole has to lift him with his tail. But then he is happily installed.



First we went to Deauville the "queen of the Norman beaches" and one of the most prestigious seaside resorts in all of France. It is also famous for its film festivals and on the Promenade des Planches, which  refers to the famous wooded boardwalk that parallels the seaside are cabins all the long with the names of famous actors who all had once been in Deauville. We were rather disappointed,at this time of the year it looked boring and empty, and I didn't find the Casino or the hotels very special. But at least we can now say that we had been to Deauville !



We drove a little further to Trouville a village of fishermen. The name is rather funny because it means "Hole town". We didn't find holes but beautiful houses a huge Fisher market and a nice place with restaurants all around and a fountain in the middle.



When we had seen enough we went to Honfleur. It is especially known for its old, beautiful picturesque port, characterized by its houses with slate-covered frontages,  painted many times by artists. A real beautiful old little town. I had to drive through such narrow streets like the one in the middle (above in the picture) my rear view mirrors touching almost the walls on both sides. Fortunately I was used to such small streets from when we were in Italy.

We had drink at the little harbor, the sun had come out and it also was warmer. Then we drove back through woods and little streets, in the mountains and along the sea. I got stuck twice because I met a huge farmer's tractor, who was friendly enough to leave me some space !

After a little rest at home, we returned to Houlgate's city center, I needed some petrol and landed in a restaurant which had the worst mussels I have ever eaten in my whole life !