Over the bank holiday weekend, I packed up a campervan with Hayley and Katie (and Hayley’s mum) and we headed across the English channel to France. Sure we hit up Sephora and had the worst French skills known to man, but this trip meant we were fortunate enough to find Quend-Plage-les-Pins on the Picardy coast which is potentially a blogger’s paradise.
I’m trying to make the most of my camera in new places, or even old places, and whilst there isn’t a whole lot to say about Quend Plage, a picture speaks 1000 words. Maybe if you’re visiting for photos you may want to go out of the summer months as there were cars everywhere and ruined many a photo.
Full of pastel painted houses off little side roads, don’t expect to find many English speakers there. On a sunny day you can expect the streets to be full of families, young and old, queuing for miles (not literally) for one of the scrummy ice creams. Retired men in their vests playing boules in the square. A Saturday wedding to witness. As a blogger, go to enjoy the properties, to dip your feet in the sea and to drink an extortionately priced alcoholic drink. Even taste the mussels that I was too much of a wimp to try…and then instantly regretted as the burger was far too undercooked for my liking.
Think of it as a seaside town acting as a home away from home, with as many places to photograph as Brighton if you walk off the beaten path. All I can say is don’t expect a regular or reliable bus service! That’s a story for another day. For now, just check out the beautiful homes that I’d love to give a lick of paint then keep as a holiday property for myself.