Honfleur Normandy is a beautiful port, where the historic little houses snuggle up along the quay sides. Along side the galleries and churches mouthwatering morsels and tempting tipples are there to indulge your tastebuds.
The first thing we see as we approach the southern Saint-Etienne quay is this popular pastel carousel with it’s tinkling music and happy young faces.
Honfleur harbour never disappoints. Today the lighting is gorgeous and cotton ball clouds look pretty overhead.
Tourists take their picture infront of Saint-Etienne church (now a museum). This 15th century wooden Church of Saint Catherine is the oldest wooden church in France. It was built by the craftsmen who built ships in the naval yard.
Charlotte has a growing passion for photography and this is the perfect setting for her to indulge that creative side.
Hubby photographing me, photographing Charlotte!
The street heading up the hill away from the back of the harbour is where you find Tartine Et Macaron (Rue de la République). It is also where you find bread, tarts and pastries that you will want to breath in through their paper bags until lunch.
Little streets that bustle with tourists and locals.
In the square this water fountain transports you to far gone days when locals would have washed their feet and taken a drink.
Hotel Les Maisons De Léa with it’s pretty ivy covered face.
Tempting things are everywhere in Honfleur. Soft and chewy nougat.
Maison Georges Larnicol is a large store (for Honfleur standards) and popular with tourists, selling sweet delights of all sorts.
These little sticky pastry looking treats are actually butter cakes (from Breton) and are my favourite, and probably the most indulgent thing, in the shop, but not today as we have already bought our selection of tartines. By the way, if you do try these “kouignette” warm them up when you get home. If you can’t wait they will heat them up in their microwave for you.
Gorgeous restaurants come with the promise of a relaxed few hours with your loved ones.
Sainte-Catherine church with its thousands of tiles is actually the largest church in France made out of wood. Therefore we have the oldest and the biggest wooden churches of France either side of this petite harbour of Honfleur.
Each time we visit Charlotte wants to visit her very favourite chocolate shop Jeff de Bruges. According to Charlotte no other chocolates are quite as good.
Once me and James have picked a few we leave Charlotte to it and wait outside. This year she is picking out a box as a gift too so we wait in the shade and people watch for a while (and sniff our freshly baked tartines through their paper bag).
Carrying our wares we reach this 18th century lieutenancy building (la Lieutenance) which is sat at entrance of the harbour. It is the former home of the Governor of Honfleur.
The restaurants on the Quai Sainte Catherine side lay their tables by the water side. Customers are protected from the summer sun by colourful parasols.
During our trip we returned for an evening, when the shadows are all different and the mood is more relaxed.
The streets away from the quays are quiet on this warm summers evening.
We decided a bit of cool and calm was exactly what we needed so headed for a refreshing cocktail at the Hôtel la Maison de Lucie Honfleur.
The shaded courtyard was a haven and we sat enjoying the surroundings.
That was until we were told they no longer serve non guests here!
So feeling a little like riff-raff and by now extremely parched, we head for the ever friendly Hotel Les Maisons De Léa (seen earlier covered in ivy) for a much deserved cool cocktail.
Feeling fairly famished we head for some feasting at L’Endroit a restaurant just a stroll from the harbour on rue Charles Bréard.
The menu is only in French but our lovely waitress read the whole thing out to us, which we followed the best we could.
Incredible pate was placed on the table curtsy of the chef. It was super yummy and was enthusiastically gobbled up.
The wine came with a smile. The service the whole night was charming and genuine.
Charlotte was loving the champagne glass almost as much as the softly bubbling champagne.
Comfortable and happy we settled in and enjoyed each others company.
My starter came as a bit of a surprise. I had grasped the tartine and apple puree aspect, but hadn’t quite picked up on the black pudding part. It tasted much better than it looked.
Andy savoured his starter. An Italian platter of meats and morsels.
Jame’s oyster starter was accompanied with melted cheese. He thought they were delicious. I couldn’t go there – I’m yet to try an oyster *shiver*.
Charlotte claimed her starter was the best. The flavour of the sauce was incredible and she sweetly insisted we all tried it. It wasn’t a hard sell and then had to deal with a bit of uninvited bread dunking.
Hubby threw in a curve ball and ordered a bowl of spicy frogs legs for us all to try. They really do taste like a chickeny fish.
The restaurant began to fill with tourists and Honfleurais. The atmosphere was lively and relaxed.
Excuse the water bottle but I had to include this picture. Seeing my men laugh together like this is just too good.
The lobster dish was as pretty as a picture,
^ until I tried to use the surgical kit to get the meat out of the claws that is. Lets just say after apologizing to everyone on the table I put the crab cracker down.
Hubby’s curry was a wonderful surprise. The chicken was so soft and the balance of flavour amazing. Well, the French do know how to do a sauce!
James’s main was a lamb shank. We decided we must cook more lamb shank over winter this year.
As the summers evening drew in the lights inside the restaurant were dimmed. Being English we ‘Ooooed’ at this event.
About now I was warning my hubby that the photo will probably resemble an acid indigestion advert. I still put it in because I do like to prove a point.
A gooey chocolate dessert as displayed by our very own sweet-thing.
Out spilled a pool of salted caramel chocolate loveliness.
We would definitely return to this restaurant. The chef was generous, in the flavour, the ingredients and the portion sizes! The waitress took great delight in our happy evening.
We spilled out having spent a fantastic evening and took a slow walk back to the quay side.
Where the lights were perfectly reflected on the water.
I’m so grateful for every moment we get with these two. They brighten our world.
Honfleur Normandy is a magical little place with a big but gentle personality. Put it on your ‘must do’ list, you’ll be glad you did.