Itsara again

Le Touquet-Paris-Plage, to give it its full name, is a very attractive town. You approach through a ‘forest’ of pine trees with expensive looking holiday homes nestling within the trees. It’s also quite an expensive town with most of the shops selling high end designer gear. The buildings are generally very attractive and, as befits a seaside town, very white.
Jan feels very comfortable here as befits a woman from the posh south but your scraggy arsed correspondent from Yarkshire thinks ‘this lot have got more money than sense.’
I like a bargain (but then who doesn't?) and I like space so we checked back in to the above B&B  but this time into the Delhi Suite. In some ways it was nicer than Marrakesh which we stayed in on the way down. The suite was just as big but a little lighter but with it being on the first floor there is no access to the garden. Recommended.
However, the real reason for stopping in Le Touquet (we had to stay somewhere in either France or southern England) was to eat at Perard which is one of the few places where I would always try to eat fish. They offer a big selection of marine life most of which doesn't interest me (like bulots and oysters) but they also cook fish simply which is how I like it.
They've been doing it for a long time and the place is always full (we couldn't get in last time) so another 'recommended.'
We have one final stop to make, in Harpenden, this lunchtime, before we arrive back in God's own country this evening and see the dogs again tomorrow. Yippee.