Ah, Le Touquet… the sweet box and the sensible crowd, the famous golf course and the far-reaching beach; the one-thousand-facet station reveals itself to be a jewel of the Côte d’Opale.
Everywhere, the Rosalies pass each other; and, my delicate feet dancing on the sand, I can finally catch a glimpse of the great lighthouse overlooking the landscape.
The sun is setting, I then find a bench on the promenade; some gamblers are leaving the casino empty-handed, but everyone of them is roaring with laughter. St John’s street is still as busy, and everybody can happily smell the fragrances from Pérard’s; the hundreds of small shops then close their doors, to finally let Le Touquet’s marvellous architecture rest.
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 atmosphere, the joy, the walks and the famous cat’s chocolate, this beautiful scented candle and my memories.