Yeah, Honfleur: no likey. Worst food and service experiences in a long time. No one was enjoying living or working there. Ridiculous tourist markets everywhere, and lots of families from everywhere but Honfleur. Everyone, and I'm not exaggerating, everyone on the terrace of the place we ate dinner was speaking Dutch.
It was quaint-looking:
But shitty-feeling. And dinner was so bad. Thus: no more tourist traps for these motherfuckers, we're skipping Mont Saint-Michel. Below, Honfleur's saving grace, the bar above which we stayed, and somewhere inside, Nicolas, the best bartender and only happy local in Honfleur.
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