After Bruges, but before Mont St. Michel and the beaches of Normandy, we stopped in Etretat to see the beautiful cliffs. They were everything we anticipated and more, despite the tale of woe our server in town told us about all of the suicides that occur in this area. True or not, it was worth the stop.
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| The reason for traveling to Etretat. |
During our time in Etretat, we stayed in this house in the tiny (and very remote) village of Le Tilleul. Our hosts were a couple named Simon and Theresa who were English expats. They were so lovely, as was their idyllic home.
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| Theresa (a midwife) |
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| The chickens that laid our eggs for breakfast. |
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