The bay around the Mont Saint-Michel meets France's mainland in what are called les prés salés, usually translated as salt marshes. But I like "salty pastures." It could be the title of a British sitcom. The prés salés are where certain breeds of sheep graze and the marshes are protected as such. Meat from those sheep is prized as a Norman specialty.
Les prés salés viewed from the Mont. I guess I didn't see any sheep on this day in June 2006.
Speaking of food... There will indeed be a New Year's market in Saint-Aignan on Tuesday. Ken placed an order with the fish monger for a kilo of coques (cockles) and we'll make a white "clam" sauce for linguini on New Year's Eve. He also got some duck legs to have with blackeyed peas on New Year's Day. We're set.
Except for the cockle shells, I’d be all in.
ReplyDeleteAnother nice photo!
ReplyDeleteOh boy!
ReplyDeleteDo they sell salt from these salt marshes, like they sell salt from Aigues-Mortes? (I really enjoyed visiting there... since I always taught about the descendants from Eleanor of Aquitaine and her two husbands, down to Louis IX... since he's Saint Louis... it was fun to go to "his" place, and see his statue, and visit that great enclosed cité.)
Lovely clam sauce !
ReplyDeletemitch, oops! That was a typo. We don't eat the shells. ;)
ReplyDeleteevelyn, :)
judy, Ken and I did a drive-by many moons ago, so we've not seen the inside.
michael, yes!
Oh, I was simply talking about the seafood within. I didn’t even appreciate the error of “cockle shells.” Sucking the food out of the shells has always been a turn-off for me. I think because my friend in Italy used to love to scoop them up when we swam and suck them out raw (oh, you know what I mean).
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