Hector's Vacation

After golf we headed back to the hotel and got ready to go out for dinner. After the briefest moment of indecision there was no doubt that we would be going to the very finest Italian restaurant anywhere outside of Italy, SANTA LUCIA.
In the heart of Deauville town this Pizzeria usually has queues around the corner as people go there to eat the very best food and also to be seen. The same staff and chefs have been there as long as we've been coming to Deauville and te owner, a short, grey haired man carrying a very sizeable stomach has hardly changed at all. As we ate our meal Dad spotted Soumillon, another top class French Jockey, eating with friends in the corner. The walls are covered in racing memorabilia- many framed photos of the owner with famous faces from the world of racing- jockeys, owners and trainers- lots of stunning portraits of successful horses. Apart from the Drakkar it is THE place to be seen at if you're anything to do with racing. Hector was very quick to point out on the column next to us a signed picture of none other than the great winning partnership of JH and Cash being presented a trophy for the Michael Tabor colours. He felt very priveliged indeed to have been in the company of such men.

All the decorations ignored, the best reason for going to Santa Lucia is the food. Unrivalled in Deauville, and in my opinion anywhere in the world that I have so far eaten. We had two Tomato salads to begin: with a creamy gorgonzola and mozzarella. To follow these we had the speciality- Pizza du Chef. Tomate, Jambon, Mozzarella et oeuf. Quite fantastic.
Hector thoroughly enjoyed his first of many meals at Santa Lucia.
We retired at about half past ten- the end of a magnificent day.