Along the Bay, from L’Herbe to Le Canon, the oyster villages line their colourful wooden cabins at the water’s edge. There, on a plank table, you live one of Cap Ferret’s finest moments: a dozen oysters, a glass of white wine, and the Bay as your only horizon.
Every oyster farmer has their own cabin, their own character, their own oysters. I will gladly point you to my favourites, depending on the village — and the season.