Noirmoutier Time

Wow. It’s October already, which means only about three weeks left in France. We WILL come back, but with no firm plans to return, Father Time is clamoring for my attention.

Château de Noirmoutier -- No time to tour it!
Château de Noirmoutier — No time to tour it!

Rather apt then that Saturday Jacky and Pascale took us to Noirmoutier (where the salt is harvested that goes in my favorite butter). This was an adventure that ended up being very much about time. They picked us up at 9:30 for a full day of fun. I had put my camera in the trunk–oops–so missed a few photo ops on the way, including . . . a random Bactrian camel sighting! Yup. Several double-hump camels hanging out in a field at the side of the road.

No worries, though. This day offered plenty more to see.

We left when we did specifically so we would get to Noirmoitier in time to take le passage du Gois, a 4.5 km road that is underwater except for a couple of hours at marée basse (low tide). Arriving on the island, we stopped to take a few photos and were just in time to see these go by:

Les voitures classique
Les voitures classique
Are they having fun or not? I can't tell.
Are they enjoying themselves? I can’t tell.

The people you see walking out on the sea floor are out there to pêche à pied (“fish on foot”) which means to dig for mussels, scallops and the like, but they have to keep an eye on the time as well. I zoomed in to take the photo below and then cropped to enlarge further, so the people in this photo are actually WAY OUT THERE.

Pêcher à pied au Gois
Pêcher à pied au Gois
Too bad about your car if this becomes necessary!
Too bad about your car!

If you do lose track of time and/or underestimate the speed of the returning tide (faster than you think), you may need to abandon your car and scramble up one of these:

(Check out YouTube for videos of those who have taken their chances with the tide. Search Passage du Gois and you’ll find plenty.)

Noirmoutier is a good two hours from La Rochelle, but Jacky drove with his customary good humor. Pascale had done her homework, navigating through all the rondpoints  (roundabouts), which was fortunate, since the GPS was not terribly trustworthy, and actually insisted several times that we were driving through the middle of fields! Pascale had chosen le chemin des écoliers (the scenic route)–literally “the way of schoolboys,” but we did stay on the roads.

Pascale had also prepared the entire pique-nique. (Sometimes we’re allowed to contribute wine!) This was our third pique-nique with themhere are the first and second–and this time she was holding out for an actual table, preferably à l’ombre (in the shade). Again, timing was everything. After directing Jacky up and down various lanes to no avail, we finally found the last empty table in here right before several other groups came looking.

Pique-Nique
Pique-Nique
Apéro time
Apéro time — Photo by Jacky

We took our time and enjoyed it thoroughly. After the usual multi-course feast, we headed out . . .

Noirmoutier
Noirmoutier

. . . for a walk sur la plage . . .

Noirmoutier Plage
Noirmoutier Plage

. . . and a little scrambling over the rocks . . .

Pascale
Pascale finding the best vantage point

Then a bit more touring around the island before heading back to the mainland, this time over the bridge, and a final scenic stop here:

One of the coastal beaches on the way home
On the way home: one of the mainland beaches in the late afternoon light

The gleaming light on the sea tells us it’s time to call it a day.

There’s a story told in one of the French novels I’ve read in the last few weeks, where a game of sorts is explained.  Each day you wake up, and the bank has put into your account 86,400 dollars. There are only two rules: 1) You can spend them however you like, but anything you don’t spend by the end of the day goes away. 2) The bank can close your account at any time without warning. So, how would you spend it? The man in the story answered much as most of us likely would: he’d spend it to give pleasure and happiness to himself and those he loved, and even to those in other places that he didn’t know–he didn’t think he could spend that much day after day after day on just himself and his loved ones.  The twist in this supposedly theoretical game is that it’s real, and we all have an account with the «banque magique». We are given every day 86,400 seconds of life to spend as we choose, and aren’t seconds of life even more important than dollars?*

Many thanks, yet again, to Pascale and Jacky for spending theirs with us. How will you spend yours?

*Translated and paraphrased from Et si c’était vrai . . . by Marc Levy

 

5 thoughts on “Noirmoutier Time”

  1. Still enjoying traveling vicariously with you, but missing you at Book Club! I gather you are not terribly homesick yet–can’t imagine why not! (Sarcasm intended)

  2. I read your entries with elated delight! Your photos are stunning; but what I so appreciate are your insights and quotes…love the one about holy moments. Thanks for letting us in to your experiences.

  3. I am so glad to be receiving these wonderfully descriptive posts detailing your adventures in France. Today your story about the tides and time brought back childhood memories of wading to sandbars and small islands and hearing warnings from parents to keep an eye on the changing tide.
    Just got back from a fun trip to Napa Valley and wonder how your French friends rate the California wines. We tried some quite tasty and smooth Cabernets and Pinot Noirs , but I am not a very sophisticated wine drinker.
    What IS your favorite butter?
    Keep having fun and sharing it !

    1. I’m not sure anyone here in France gets much of an opportunity to evaluate the wines of California. I never see any in the stores. My favorite butter is Beurre aux Cristaux de Sel de Mer de Noirmoutier. It is the usual super creamy, rich European butter, with the added bonus of crunchy crystals of sea salt all throughout. YUM!!! Great to hear from you!

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