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Normandy oysters

Normandy, France - Dicember 2021

We had set out from Brussels to tour the length and breadth of Normandy in the legendary Gisella, our rental car. The day before we had been captivated by the disarming beauty of the cliffs of Etretat, the place where Maurice Leblanc gives birth to Arsenio Lupin, the gentleman thief.

We had left very early that morning in the direction of Le Havre, and crossed the beautiful Normandy Bridge at the crack of dawn. We made a pit stop in Honfleur, a small town with a small harbor that looks almost like a postcard, with the sky tinged with orange and the first rays of sunshine bidding us good morning. We have a beautiful memory of that moment.

From there we headed for the coast, to trace a bit of history among the beaches of the Allied landing in World War II, starting at Sword Beach and the waterfront of Bernières-sur-mere. We were still oblivious to the emotions that would displace us as we found ourselves in those places we had studied in history books and that gave us chills in person.

We were starting to get hungry, and we arrived in Courselleus-sur-la-mere, in a decidedly quiet area. Google suggested a little place nearby, and once we arrived, the scene seemed very surreal.

We had a fish farm in front of us, with this half-Norman, half-glazed cottage. Everything in there claimed to take guests to the sea, with their minds and with their tastes. Crazy.

We took advice as always, and licked our chops with a pot of mussels. 

And then what, you don't try Normandy oysters? The flavor was super intense, it was like eating the sea...they brought them to us with sweet and sour sauces that we had no idea how to combine, but after a few suggestions from the kitchen we were able to appreciate.

In fact they were coming from the farm 100 meters from the table we had seen before we went in: such fresh fish, from sea to plate in the truest sense of the word, is a real treat. One of the few places where the people who greeted us were polite, even though our French was moooooooolishly basic.

Fun fact: while walking down Victoria Street in Edinburgh, I noticed a Maison Bleue with a very similar logo, and it had fish and Normandy oysters on the menu ... coincidence? It made me go back to the remote cottage in Normandy with my friends to enjoy that overflowing seafood feast that was etched in our memories.

Etretat, where Arsenio Lupin was born
Honfleur, Normandy
Honfleur, Normandy
Ostriche, Normandia
Normandy oysters
D-day beaches

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