Over the bridge to Sete: Languedoc-Rousillon, France
PUBLISHED: 22:59 13 December 2012 | UPDATED: 22:28 20 February 2013
Karen Bowerman visited the coastal town of Sete, one of France's largest fishing ports, and discovered canals, colourful houses and a passion for octopus.
Karen Bowerman visited the coastal town of Sete, one of Frances largest fishing ports, and discovered canals, colourful houses and a passion for octopus
Il suffit de passer le pont: all you have to do is cross the bridge.
The words of Setes famous poet and lyricist, Georges Brassens, sum up his hometown well, with its stone bridges and narrow walkways arching over the water.
The local tourist board describes Sete, in the Languedoc-Rousillon region of France, as the countrys answer to Venice; but when I discovered it had just four canals, and canals that were home to fishing trawlers, not gondolas, I feared theyd taken the analogy a little too far.
Which was a shame, because Sete doesnt really need comparisons. And while its watery environs are essentially all it has in common with that famous City of Canals, its location, with the lapping waters of Thau Lake on one side and the Mediterranean on the other, makes it attractive in its own right.
The afternoon I arrived, I ignored the analogies and set out to explore, criss-crossing the Canal Royal, over the curvy reflections of pastel-coloured buildings, former merchants houses and the towering faade of the art nouveau Grand Hotel whose rooms overlook the water.
An old man stood at the rudder of his motorboat as it chugged slowly out to sea. Waiters arranged displays of oysters on large, ice-filled platters and bars tempted passers by with flan (a local pastis) and Listel ros, grown and bottled on the slopes above the Lido.
Sete was once a wealthy town, thanks to its trade in wine and fish. Its still the largest fishing port on the French Mediterranean, landing 200 tons each year: a catch comprised largely of anchovies, sardines and tuna.
But over the past five years, EU quotas have hit fishermen hard and the quay, which according to one local used to house more than 30 tuna boats, each bright and white and beautiful, now has just 15.
The town itself lies on the lower slopes of Mont Saint-Clair, a green 600 ft hill, which most visitors tackle by car, although steps for the energetic lead up from the port. The route, once used by pilgrims, has the stations of the cross marked on its walls.
At the top is a small, whitewashed chapel (chapelle Notre Dame de la Salette), its dark interior brightened by colourful frescos.
From the viewpoint outside, I looked down over a mass of red-tiled roofs, Setes 19th century breakwater and rows of neatly arranged oyster beds in the curve of Thau lake. Oysters here are much saltier than those from Brittany since they spend their entire life underwater.
The oldest district in Sete is the Quartier Haut, characterised by tall, narrow houses with large square windows and balconies. In the 17th century this was where the labourers who built the port lived. Later, it was became the home of fishermen from Naples.
I went in search of St Louis church. Built in 1702, its the oldest in Sete and crowned with a statue of the Virgin Mary, the Queen of the seas.
I thought Id spotted the building at the top of a steep hill. But when I got there a sign suggested Id mistaken it for a lyce or high school.
There was an old man, looking out of an open, downstairs window. I asked if I was going the right way.
That depends where you want to go, he said sardonically.
I explained that it wasnt the lyce.
Thats because youre too old.
In semi-darkness behind him, an old Italian mama, laid out on a chaise-longue and wearing a lace shawl, gave a stifled, fragile laugh.
Turn round, go back down the hill, turn right, then right again at the poule, the man said.
I thanked him, turned and went. It was only when I started walking that I wondered if Id heard him right: the poule? The octopus?
I found the creature, eventually: a massive sculpture in the middle of a shabby square. Its tentacles reached far into the trees except for the two that anchored it in what I presumed, was once a pool of water.
I never found the church that day. But I spotted it the next morning, while on a boat trip round the harbour, its tower engulfed in scaffolding...
Given Setes reputation for seafood, I made a point of trying it whenever I could.
I tasted bourride of monkfish, a local dish served with boiled potatoes and ludicrous amounts of garlic, scallops in Noilly Prat which is distilled locally, and the towns speciality, tielle or octopus pie, which went a long way to explaining the tentacled creature in the square.
Tielle was introduced to the town by the Neopolitan fishermen who settled in the Quartier Haut.
The snack, created to use up leftover octopus, is now served at a premium at most restaurants, although you can also buy (more reasonably priced) pies from Tiellerie shops and the covered market, a few streets back from Cadre Royal (part of the canal where water jousting tournaments are held every Summer).
Local specialities of a sweeter kind include various types of tirimasu and a wide range of biscotti, the original being navettes, made according to an 18th century recipe, and flavoured with lemon or orange blossom.
Visit Sete and you can snack typically, eat rustically, or, in the words of Brassens, dine a la maniere d un grand festin, (in the manner of a grand feast). I have to admit I enjoyed it all
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Herault county Tourism Development Agency, www.herault-tourisme.com