The beaches are extremely broad and long, and the polo ponies and race horses are taken down to the beach for a run early every morning. You are woken early to the comforting clip-clopping hooves of ponies heading along the cobbled streets to stretch their legs on the sand.
The polo players were entertained like celebrities a number of times at The Hotel Royal Barriere Deauville, which is home to one of the most prestigious casinos in France. The hotel, built in 1913, in the sumptuous style of 1900s architecture, dominates the coastline with a majestic seafront presence. Our first meal out was at Chez Micoque where we had the first of many (and the best) moules frites (mussels and chips) — a signature dish of the region. One of the photos on the wall was of former US president Barack Obama, who attended the Group of Eight summit in Deauville in 2011.
The food markets and fish markets are as beautiful as the town itself. In the seafood market the prawns, clams, and fish are set up and arranged in patterns, each vendor competing for the most beautiful stall. My breakfast every day was purchased from the most charming bakery, a short walk from my apartment. As a South African, I was astonished one day to see that somebody had left their bicycle on the pavement with a whole cooked chicken and a baguette in the carrier basket, while they ran into a shop.
The local scenic charm aside, the Normandy beaches were where the Allied D-Day landings took place, and, if you have a day off from polo, a visit to the battle sites is hugely evocative as you imagine the Allies landing on the beaches under heavy fire from the Germans. Along with the German pill-box fortifications, which are still standing, the floating harbours off Omaha and Gold Beach are an enduring reminder of the D-Day Normandy landings, and testify to the bravery of the Allied troops who landed there to liberate Europe from Nazi control.
The American Cemetery and Memorial at Omaha Beach is worth a visit; you are confronted with rows upon rows of white crosses and other religious insignia adorning the graves of soldiers who died there. The look and feel of the cemetery was so American; visiting it was like walking onto a patch of US soil in the middle of all things quintessentially French.