Dieppe is a Norman fishing town with beautiful cliffs.
Dieppe is a fairly old Norman town, dating back to 1030, although legend has it that it was founded by Vikings in 907.
In the Middle Ages, Dieppe was one of the main ports on the coast, and all its neighbors—the Normans, the English, and the French—fought for it.
But by the 18th century, things had calmed down, and the town became an important port for communication with Britain. We even caught the arrival of a ferry from Britain; here it is in the background:
Dieppe is also famous for its scallops and mussels, but we didn't try them, honestly.
We only tried cider and local fish (pictured) for lunch – the fish was delicious, the cider wasn't impressive.
We might have chosen something more interesting, but: we found a restaurant that wasn't particularly touristy, the menu was in French and handwritten on a chalkboard, and the waiters spoke much worse English than I did.
Our main goal in Dieppe was the coast.
We passed through the town (not very large, about 30,000 residents, but not quite a village either) and turned right, along the cliffs.
I think we even reached the next town, but perhaps that was just the outskirts of Dieppe.
There were practically no people along the way, let alone tourists. Only a few locals who had arrived by car were chatting quietly on the coast.
We saw the tide coming in – on the way back, the water was already covering the beach. And like true St. Petersburgers, we happened upon the bridges opening!
Of course, not on purpose. It turns out the bridges here open, which we weren't quite prepared for.
The first bridge isn't a drawbridge, but one that opens sideways—it's a 19th-century bridge, and its mechanisms are from the same era. They said there's no schedule, and they open it whenever a ship arrives!
The bridge is a historical monument, as it's the last drawbridge still functioning with its original mechanism.
We waited for about 35 minutes, and just as we were passing, a downpour started. While we were waiting in a pastry shop, the next bridge opened to get into the city center, but it only lasted for about 10 minutes. So if you're going to be walking around Dieppe, keep this in mind so you don't miss your train.
We had two other destinations in the city: the central beach—a huge, pebbly one of Dieppe's landmarks—and the castle on the mountain.
But the downpour slightly ruined all our plans—we arrived at the beach completely soaking wet. So we simply strolled along the beach, alone (there was nothing left to lose), and then climbed the mountain to see the castle. By then, the entrance to the grounds had already closed, which was a shame: there should be an excellent Maritime Museum inside.
Well, we'd seen the outside. And our morale (it was wet and cold) was already low. And we still had to go back to Paris!
We slowly made our way down to the city center. We considered having dinner, but we timed the last train to Rouen just in time for the train from Rouen to Paris, and realized we had to briskly trudge to the station anyway if we didn't want to spend the night in wet Dieppe.
Despite the cloudy and damp feeling of the afternoon, I left with very good impressions of Dieppe—and perhaps a desire to return. I don't regret going, and I recommend taking a stroll if the opportunity arises.