The Vendée is what happens when France forgets to market itself properly. Thank Christ for that.
No influencers hanging off yachts. No rooftop bars serving cocktails with smoke pouring out of them like a GCSE chemistry experiment. No beach clubs named things like Azure where men with veneered teeth explain the concept of “elevated dining.” The Vendée does not care about elevated dining. The Vendée cares about tides, butter, oysters, and…
