Erquy — Brittany | Shared Latitude

A scallop port under a heather-covered cape where the pink-sand coves made Lia forget she was supposed to be watching the tide.

Erquy calls itself the coquille Saint-Jacques capital of Brittany, and unlike a lot of towns that hang their identity on a single food product mostly for the tourists, this one actually earns the title — a large share of France’s scallop harvest comes out of the bay here, and the fishing season, which runs through the colder months, genuinely structures the town’s whole calendar. We arrived in early autumn, just as boats were being readied for the season, and the harbor had a purposeful, slightly tense energy that felt very different from the sleepier resort towns further along this coast.

A cape of heather above pink coves

What pulled us out of the harbor and onto the coastal path was Cap d’Erquy, a headland just east of town where the landscape changes abruptly from tidy Breton port to something closer to moorland — gorse and heather covering low cliffs, wind-flattened and purple-brown in September, dropping down to a scatter of small coves where the sand and rock genuinely do have a pink cast to them, an effect of the local pink sandstone that crops up along this stretch of coast and nowhere else nearby. We walked the cape path for a couple of hours, finding fewer people than I expected given how striking it is, and ended up scrambling down to one of the smaller coves for a swim in water cold enough to make Lia shriek and then refuse to get out.

Heather-covered heathland and pink sandstone cliffs on Cap d'Erquy above a small cove

Watching the boats come in

Back in town, the port itself is small and still working rather than performed for visitors — a fleet of coquillards, the scallop boats, tied up along the quay with their dredges stacked on deck, and a fish market that sells the catch straight off the boat when the season allows it. We got talking to a fisherman mending gear on the quayside who told us, half proud and half resigned, that Erquy’s scallops get shipped out to restaurants across the country almost as fast as they’re landed, and that most of the people eating them in Paris have no idea the boats that caught them are barely bigger than the trailers hauling them to market. Standing there at dusk with the boats rocking gently against the quay and the cape darkening behind them, it was easy to believe him.

Scallop fishing boats moored along the quay in Erquy harbor at dusk

When to go: For swimming and walking the cape, come between June and September when the heather is in bloom and the coves are warm enough to actually enjoy. If you want to see the scallop fleet at full activity, aim for October through March, which is peak dredging season, though the weather along the cape gets considerably rougher.