The cliffs of Cancale are carved with creeks, bristling with headlands and tongues that disappear into the water. The battle of the rocks and sea never lets up. To the east, the sand gives way to tocks, the shore becomes flat, the Mont-Dol rises from the marsh. Here, the earth begins to conquer the sea. And over there, where the sun comes up, is the profile of the Mont Saint Michel.
Lower down, Cancale, the port of La Houle and the fishermen's houses are crowded together. The boats coming in and out of the port set the rhythm of life here. As do the bouchot mussels and the oysters that have brought wealth to this town and whose parks, flat and dark, you can see at low tide. Behind all this, the countryside, fields and orchards represent another side of life here.
Between earth and sky, sea and land, Cancale never sleeps.