It’s been a pretty miserable day weatherise; there’s no getting away from it. Is this really June? Fortunately, travelling by car, I was able to bring more clothes than a flight would allow and luckily I had a last-minute thought to throw my jeans and leather jacket into the car. They’ve proved invaluable!
A rainy lunchtime led me to head just down the road and back to Le Morny’s Cafe. I opted to sit inside for the first time. I liked it inside; it’s a typical French cafe cum brasserie. It was alive with chatter and people enjoying themselves and the welcome is always friendly. A Kir and some nibbles were followed by a chicken Caesar salad. It wasn’t a brilliant one but it was good and I was very happy sitting there for a while.
I headed back in the rain to the villa but remarkably, the weather app on my iPhone proved correct and after a burst of fairly heavy rain at 3pm, the sun came out. I headed over to Trouville beach and walked along the boardwalk promenade.
I saw a sign to Villa Montebello, which my guide book told me was the summer residence of Napoleon III and that it housed a small collection of art. I climbed Escalier Marguerite Duras – the early 20th century French writer and film director – and found myself on a road. At the stop of the steps I turned back to look down to the beach and was surprised and delighted to recognise the view (in the photo heading this post). It matched the photo print I’d bought at RGallery at the beginning of the week, and the posters I’d seen about town.
Turning back I passed the mansion in my Michel Trehet print again and at the other end of the building saw the name, Les Roches Noire. This (seemingly exclusive) block of private residences was once a hotel. A sign told me that Marcel Proust stayed there a few times and declared it the best hotel in Trouville.
I crossed Pont des Belges again, back to Deauville, but this time in a nice sunny light.
I’d had in mind to try another restaurant in Trouville for dinner that’s recommended in my Lonely Planet and elsewhere – Les Mouettes – but made a last-minute change of plan to go back to Les Vapeurs where I could enjoy the evening sun and some Moules frites again. I ordered a glass of champagne that came with some canapés.