After our morning in Deauville we hopped on a bus for a 30 minute ride throught the picturesque French countryside along the coast to this charming little village called Honfleur. It really is as beautiful and quaint as it looks in the picture.
Flags on one of the sailboats in the port.
This place had THE coolest old doors ever.
Looking back at this picture, I wish we had actually gone in this place. I think the wind chill was affecting our judgement. So cute.
She may look beautiful and fabulous, but, trust me she is also very cold. We were a bit unprepared for the drop in temperature between here and Paris.
A clock tower right outside the old church in the city square.
I couldn't get enough of the old doors. Did I mention they date back to the 1400's?
They were obviously much, much shorter back then. A lot of the doors looked like they were built for little people not massive amazonian Americans (I'm referring to me, not you mom) =).
Blue and white nautical stripes were everywhere. I was in heaven because I love me some stripes. I almost bought one, but ultimately could not justify spending 35 Euros for the one in an adult size, which is about $50 USD for one.
More of the port. I still couldn't believe that places like this really do exist.
A view of the port from one of the oldest streets in the city. I believe this corridor was originally used as a butcher's house if I remember correctly.
After checking out the port, we decided to wander through the village's winding, cobblestone streets to check out some more of the stores.
An antique shop with nautical themed items....a.k.a. heaven.
Lots and lots of wine here. Maybe it helps them stay warm?????
I know what you're thinking...we look hot. But, you would be wrong. We are freezing. Like really, really cold. I brought a cashmere turtleneck sweater and a warm scarf and boots on the trip. But, do I wear them on the coldest day yet in a town with a wet, whipping wind blasting through the village streets? Nope. I opt for a single long sleeve shirt, a light sweater, a wimpy scarf and ballet flats with no socks. Genius. Lesson learned.
More stripes!
This whole village was like one big giant postcard.
It seemed like every house in the village was different. I loved all of the different textures and colors you saw when you looked up.
Ok, so there is a bit of a story here. We kept seeing these meringues in all of the pattisseries. So, after being so curious about it and how it tasted my mom caved and picked one up for a couple euros. It tasted pretty much how it looks. Crunchy, dry, airy, not much flavor, melts in your mouth and leaves a ton of crumbs all over your shirt and face. It was kind of like a crunchy cotton candy, but not as sweet. After a bite or two each we trashed it. Taste meringue...check.
I can only imagine what kinds of deliciousness are created in these babies.
Honfleur had the most beautiful, well manicured park just outside of town along the coast. I had one picture left on my memory card, so I opted for a self portrait with the girls to remember it. So just trust me when I say it was beautiful.
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