Ah, Deauville… from the casino full of mischief to the beach clad with cabins, the architecture, proud and docile, can be admired between the clear spells.
It would seem that it is called the 21st district of Paris. It must be said that it doesn’t lack elegance, when its streets greet the great actresses.
But the market of the Place Morny, the little lighthouse and the peninsula comfort the travellers for whom time has no limits. A jewel of Normandy directly drawn from daydreams, Deauville enchants and brings together all the sweet-smiling strollers.
I’m going home soon, my trip is coming to an end. But one thing is sure, I’m bringing back in my suitcase the pure air, the courtesy, the boards echoing James Dean’s charms, my footprints on the sleeping beach, this beautiful scented candle and my memories.