When one of the travel agents in Paris (a laconic man whose English was neatly clipped with typical Parisian overtones) advised me to elope to Deauville for a seaside getaway, I was envisioning a small fishing village with quaintly dilapidated cottages by the sea completely dissociated from civilisation. Thus, you can only imagine my surprise when I arrived in this incredibly beautiful enclave of crisp seaside air, expansive beaches dotted with colourful umbrellas, and grandiose mansions by the shore. The moment my heart skipped a beat? When I stumbled upon Louis Vuitton on a casual morning stroll peeking through the perfectly manicured pathways.
Perhaps I shouldn't have been surprised - I later found out that this is after all the place that F. Scott Fitzgerald mentions as Tom Buchanan and Daisy's honeymoon spot in 'The Great Gatsby' ...
Where is the prettiest place you've ever visited? I would love to know!
Much love, Mandy. xx