Wow! What seering heat we are experiencing the past couple of days. It was on the news that there will be a heatwave in Northern France. The good thing is, you feel the debilitating heat only from 10am till 6pm so we still get the chance to walk kilometers in the morning where, yesterday, we stumbled upon a village planted out of nowhere due to its remoteness and we did the walk just from the aire we were staying in.
This camping cooker you are seeing is probably our sixth, and the newest. The other five, due to some foolish reasons, are all sitting in our campervan parked somewhere in the UK since last year. That is the reason we haven’t been able to make our own coffee when travelling. But now it’s pure bliss brewing our own espresso and what more, we had a delicious hot couscous for dinner – al fresco – sat on our own table and chairs just outside the van, thanks to this cooker that heated the tinned stuff we bought at the supermarket today.
We left Boulogne-sur-mer today to try other coastal towns. H suggested that we look at Le Touquet -Paris-Plage since it has the reputation of an elegant resort where, in the early 20th century, became the favorite French seaside destination of the ‘crème de la crème of British society’ and of wealthy Parisians (so-named ‘Paris by the sea’.
We were highly impressed because it is like an elegant village in the forest where gloriously designed houses peek amongst verdant and matured gardens, reminding me of Beverly Hills in Los Angeles.
We parked next to the Hippotel, which got me curious if the guests of this hotel are horses, or simply the horses’ owners – I’ve to google that.
A tourist train passed by, and would have wanted us, and Charlie, to get in to see what more this town has to offer but H says we’ll just drive around to investigate.
Just the exact opposite of the forested part of La Touquet is its highly built-up beach that spans kilometers of residential buildings and hotels of boring and shockingly un-French designs on the left and the sandy beach and typical seaside playgrounds on the right.
We just wanted to get out from there as soon as we could!
..and in the middle of that seaside avenue is the rows and rows of carpark. It’s like we are not in France at all!
A stopover in an ‘aire’ approaching the Bay of the Somme (that famous battlefield in the 2nd world war that fell hundreds of thousands of soldiers).
Abbeville is marked by one red star in our Europa Atlas, meaning, ‘A-must-visit’ town, and so we did.
Wow! This impressive Collegiate Church of Saint Vulfran took my breath away!
Designed in flamboyant Gothic Style, construction started in the 15thC and lasted till the 17thC.
Altarpiece of the Nativity
‘La Pieta’ as the centerpiece of this memorial to the Fallen Sons of Abbeville during the 1st and 2nd world wars.
Altarpiece of The Last Judgement
The Baptism of Christ