Postcard from Lacanau
Take me to a modest French supermarché – and not just for food.
Greetings from France!
When I tell people I’m coming here, they instinctively assume that means a glamorous sojourn in Paris. Boutique hotel in the Marais, lining up for glace on the Île Saint Louis, dining on tweezer food in Michelin-starred restaurants, that sort of thing.
Oh, not heading to Paris? Then I must be going to Provence!
Nope, not that either.
My little corner of southwest France, an hour from Bordeaux in a town called Lacanau Océan, where my husband’s family has a beach house, is decidedly different.
The beach here is magnificent: miles and miles of fine white sand and glorious surf, separated from an endless pine forest by imposing dunes.
The three beaches in and close to town are where people conv…