Looking at dead fish in Etaples :)
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We had not a tee off before the afternoon but we had agreed upon having an early breakfast anyway. The breakfast was ok but we managed to have some funny incidents, mostly due to my friend David who has a weakness for finding and poking in weak spots in companies processes; it had even to happen here at this small hotel.
The hotel manager was a polite man but in a way very slimy. We had both of us him suspected for being a secretary in the local Rotary club; one of these guys who always makes all the hard work in order to suck up. We quickly saw that there were only two eggs left on the breakfast buffet and they were cold, we therefore naturally asked if there were no warm ones? He naturally on purpose misunderstood us and said naturally that was what they were; as they was supposed to be! They were hardboiled from the day before:).
This only ignited David’s teasing; he therefore complemented him on the croissants that they had served and asked if we could have two more. We both knew that they only had brought 1 per guest in the hotel, but the manager put up a show of going to the kitchen and checked, just to come back and say sorry that they were no more. What happen then surprised us because the manager then left to ask all the other guests if they needed their croissants because we would like some more. He actually managed to recover one from a family from Paris; it was just too hilarious.
After the entertainment at the breakfast we left for Etaples which was on the other side of the river. The traffic this Friday morning was insane it reminded of Paris or Brussels in the rush hour. We managed to get a parking at the harbour and therefore had the possibility to visit the fish market. There were hundreds of people and thousands of fish waiting to hook up. We watch the different spices and I must say that there were some surprises in there which I didn’t know anything about.
After the action on the market the next huge effort was to leave the area; after more than 30 minutes we were again heading for Touquet-Paris-Plage to find a café and a restaurant for the coming evening.