Without knowing the names of any town or villages on the way we were just following the highway, until we passed through a quaint little village and decided to park the car and have a look around.
It was a delightful place. We thought we were in Bretagne, but have since discovered that is the name of this region, so we're not sure exactly where we were.
It was around midday and the street market vendors were just packing up their stalls. We wandered around and discovered a lovely cafe in an open area of cafes, a hotel and a couple of shops. The staff were lovely and assisted us in understanding the menu so we could order a salad for lunch - with cheese ice cream!
On we drove to Le Croisic, another seaside village of cobbled streets, old stone buildings and hundreds of boats. It was low tide again, so the boats were high and dry, but were refloated as the tide came in.
After checking in we went back into the village and walked around until we decided on a restaurant for dinner. It's challenging trying to decipher the menu, drawing on our high school French to work out what's available. Seafood is plentiful, with mussels a local specialty.
No comments:
Post a Comment