There is a reason they call it oyster “farming”
“I love oysters. It’s like kissing the sea on the lips.” Spoken by a frenchman about the oysters from Cancale — A small town in Brittany, but a big city in the oyster world. Here oysters are raised like a crop by artisan farmers. The spat mostly come from the warmer waters to the south, but are lovingly tended from spat-hood to adulthood in the bay of Mont St-Michele off Cancale.
Cancale is an ideal oyster greenhouse because of its 45 foot tides (but that’s another post), abundant phytoplankton and cold waters. The oysters spend most of their time in the communal farm plots you see in the picture above. At low tide, the oystermen (and women) use traditional farm equipment to tend their crop — moving the oysters, confined to large plastic mesh bags to different locations so they will get equal benefit of the nutrient-laden tides.
The result, I can attest, is like kissing the sea on the lips.