Light house facing the Atlantic |
We drove through a few little towns in the island, before we arrived to the wall city of St. Martin de Re.
We walked around the water front and the little business. The French were fashionably dressed up, generally it was a good people watching place.
Every
little boutique had this cute stuffed donkeys wearing pants for sale,
then I realized why, when we came upon this cuties. This animals were used to transport goods,
mainly the sea salt produced in Ile de Re. The long pants are to
protect them from the mosquitoes and their backs are so arched
because of the heavy baskets with salt they carried. This days they
are just a tourist attraction and one can donate money to them and
get a picture taken.
Boats waiting for the lock to open |
Boat inside of the marina |
We had lunch here, casual and delicious |
This bici-taxi advertised a Cuban Café called La Cubana. What a surprise! |
People collecting little clams |
Sailboats seating on the sand |
Chantal's charming kitchen |
Aldo let his mom put a basket on his back to explain me the history of the donkeys in Ile de Re
I got a little cooking lesson on how to cook perfect "magre de canard" and apples sautée in olive oil with salt, black pepper and cinnamon. It was actually a great compliment for the duck breast.
The first course was this beautifully presented "jellied eggs", fallow the link for the recipe or just to know how this dish comes true.
Main course was served with a glass of red wine. For the first time in days we ate very slow to enjoy the flavors. The apples had a semi-sweet taste I absolutely adore and the meat had been seasoned with garlic, thyme, fresh cracked black pepper and salt. Everything was perfectly cooked.
When the time for dessert came we were not staffed at all, or at least we made room for what was coming. Early in the evening, when we arrived from our trip, the smell of pears had invaded the entire house. They were slow cooked for 2 hours in a red wine sauce and served hot over vanilla ice-cream. Oh-la-la!
We have wonderful memories of our trip to La Rochelle. The French hospitality overcame any expectation we could form in our mind. We had the same treatment at all our friends' homes. All this people we met sailing in the Caribbean. They honestly opened their homes to us and received us with great love. Thank you all. We will always remember that.
AnechyNotes
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