This morning, after a chaotic turn of events concerning timing issues, I warily made my way onto another “Bus Vert” (praying for no motion sickness!) and headed toward the twin towns of Deauville and Trouville, the miniature French version of Las Vegas.

Deauville and Trouville are the cities that the Parisians visit to get away from the hustle-bustle of Paris. It’s been a popular get-away since the 19th century and hosts the Grand Prix and the prestigious American Film Festival.

Deauville et Trouville (from the Pier)

The cities are perched right on the sea, where the air feels damp and salty. I took delight in inhaling the sweet, tangy air of the ocean. The grass grows green and rich, just like the people who roam the streets with their tiny dogs (which my friend Louis affectionately refers to as “lunch”). There is no other way to describe the architecture other than ostentatiously grand. The houses boast  luxury and fineness that a win at the nearby casino can yield. BMW, vintage Mercedes-Benz and Ferrari roam the streets without a second glance (except for me who oggled them unabashedly).

Mary Elise, Louis, Molly and I went wandering the beautiful city laughing ourselves sick over $50 pigeon roti (rotisserie pigeon) at a hotel restaurant that charges $3,000 per night. We soaked up the sunshine and waves of the English Channel, digging our toes into the sand, taking pictures and watching people.

Check out those prices!

Jump Jump Jump

Mary Elise Jumping

Molly finds the perfect seashell...

We ate Ben and Jerry’s ice cream and good sandwiches on the seaboard and scoped out the fun little shops that seem to be endless. My personal favorite was a little shop that specialized in “American and Canadian food.” The Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups were 3 € ($5.00), and if you really liked Reese’s, you could buy a whole bag of mini ones for 10.50 € (about $15.00)!

My Fine Friends with my two favorite men... Ben and Jerry :)

Mary Elise and the 3 € ($5.00) Reese's Peanut Butter Cups

As we closed up our day, I watched the sunset from my Bus Vert window and sighed, utterly relaxed and happy. It was a wonderful day.

If you have a hankering to go to Deauville in September for the American Film Festival click here and choose the English “Enter” option at the bottom of the page. Bon Film!

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