Issue No. 23
Welcome to the summer! In this issue discover Dijon in Burgundy, sensational Strasbourg (and a secret speakeasy), and lovely Cognac. We'll tell you where the locals go on holiday, the secret places. Visit Versailles and the Paris Opera, Le Touquet - the "Monaco" of northern France and wild Provence. Guides, recipes and more - your trip to France without leaving home...
Welcome to the summer! In this issue discover Dijon in Burgundy, sensational Strasbourg (and a secret speakeasy), and lovely Cognac. We'll tell you where the locals go on holiday, the secret places. Visit Versailles and the Paris Opera, Le Touquet - the "Monaco" of northern France and wild Provence. Guides, recipes and more - your trip to France without leaving home...
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Marie had allowed the time it would take to<br />
walk out to our hunting ground so we’d<br />
arrive about an hour before marée basse<br />
(low tide). So had what seemed like the<br />
entire population of nearby Saint-Pol-de-<br />
Léon. There were people everywhere along<br />
the vast sweep of beach; dogs, push-chairs,<br />
families, singles, couples, all searching for<br />
the same elusive treasure as us…like a<br />
Lowry painting without the grime, factories,<br />
tenements, and clogs, but you get my point.<br />
Our expert set off purposefully, skirting the<br />
coast and branching out towards rocks<br />
normally submerged, but now exposed by<br />
the sea’s retreat. She showed us how to<br />
scrape the sand with our rakes to turn up<br />
shells just below the surface, “Bon.<br />
Quelques coques” (Good. Some cockles)<br />
and showed us how to swill out the sand<br />
and mud with seawater to separate our<br />
catch.<br />
We turned up different shells and paused<br />
while Marie identified them: palourde –<br />
grooved carpet shell clam; bigorneau –<br />
winkles; amande de mer – dog cockle;<br />
praire – saltwater clam (aka Warty Venus!);<br />
lavagnon – peppery furrow shell clam; bulot<br />
- whelk. Lots of clams but each subtly<br />
different. Small ones were returned to the<br />
sand, fatter examples kept. Such is the<br />
popularity of Pêche à Pieds that strict<br />
regulations are in place regarding what and<br />
how much can be taken and when.<br />
Information, pocket guides, notice boards,<br />
and online sites are readily available, so no<br />
excuse for pleading ignorance if the<br />
Gendarmes Maritime nab you. Fines of<br />
several thousand euros have recently been<br />
levied in Finistère.<br />
I’d had my head down so when Marie said<br />
“Viens. Il est temps de revenir” it was a<br />
shock to see the tide coming in. (If you go<br />
without a guide, remember to set your<br />
phone alarm to allow plenty of time before<br />
the tide turns to get back to safety).<br />
Back on shore we took stock of our<br />
buckets. Lots of clams, a mound of winkles,<br />
and whelks. A pretty good harvest for three<br />
hours work. But Marie wasn’t content,<br />
“Demain, couteau et huîtres” she said<br />
firmly. (Tomorrow, razor clams and oysters.)<br />
We talked as Marie dealt with the catch:<br />
“We relied on fish to live when I was young”<br />
she told me as she changed the water in<br />
the buckets an hour after our return,<br />
mimicking the tide.