Across the bay is a tony little island called Cap Ferret (populated largely by privileged Parisians and Bordelais.)  Every half hour small boats from the Arcachon pier take you across.  It’s an enjoyable 25-minute ride:

Approaching Cap Ferret you see these wooden sticks protruding from the water. They belong to oyster parks which are dispersed around the bay. Oyster farming in this region began in 1852. Today there are 380 oyster farmers that produce 10,000 tonnes of fresh oysters a year. The preferred method for eating them is with fresh rye bread, salted butter and the obligatory glass of Entre-deux-Mers white wine (a Bordeaux, of course!)

This is the good life. Fresh as fresh seafood, chilled white wine, and friends and family around the lunch table, mere inches from the water.

As you walk the main shopping street, you feel like you could be on a Caribbean isle. Or maybe a French version of Martha’s Vineyard or Nantucket?

I couldn’t resist taking this photo.  The French do love their pharmacies.

Here I found the best and freshest fish and seafood.  Quel délice !

Gorgeous lobster, line-caught sea bass, oysters and crab and shrimp, oh my!

I’ll post the last batch of photos in a day or two.  Hope you enjoyed these.

à très bientôt !