Brittany, Oysters on the Beach and Dinan
Trip Start May 10, 2014
23Trip End May 31, 2014
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We left Colleville-sur-Mer and drove along the northern coast of Brittany. We passed mystical Mont St. Michel, which seems to float on the surface of the sea. We didn't stop, because we visited here a few years ago. We drove through the little seaside village of Cancale, which is known as the oyster capital of Brittany. I absolutely love oysters, so we stopped at a little beachside restaurant and had a plate of oysters prepared two different ways. One was prepared the traditional Breton way, cooked in a light creamy sauce with leeks, garlic and butter. The other kind was the "American" style, prepared with a red sauce. Both were absolutely delicious! My favorite was the creamy Breton style, but Ed liked the recipe made with red sauce the best. After we finished our lunch, we walked out to the beach behind the restaurant to see the oyster farming area and take some photos. I have to admit, I don't know the first thing about how oysters are farmed, but I am going to look it up. It seemed that pieces of oyster shells are put inside a partially filled mesh sack, which is then submerged under water. This trip is giving me lots of things to research when I get back home!
From Cancale, we drove along the dramatic and beautiful northern coast of Brittany to the lovely seaside town of St. Malo. It is a pretty busy place with lots of traffic, but oh the architecture of the seaside houses! I want to go back and spend a couple of days in St. Malo, although we probably will not get to do it on this trip
It began to lightly mist and then rain before we reached Dinan. We were able to get a room in the old port section of the town, and since it was raining, we decided to just settle in for the evening. I called Matthew and Mom from here. Although our hotel offered Wi-Fi, we were on the top floor of the building and didn't have a strong signal for using Skype. So, later in the evening I snuck down to the ground floor in my nightgown, tee shirt and flip flops to make my calls. Ed went with me and assured me that no one would be stirring that time of night. Not totally convinced of this, I hovered in a shadowy corner where the dim light would disguise me a little if anyone came in. While we were on the phone, Mama told me I'd better not be caught over there in my nightgown, because they might ship me off to Amsterdam. Ed commented that "those gals in Amsterdam wear less than a nightgown!" All went well, and thank goodness no one came into the hallway while we were downstairs.
It is raining steadily now and we will turn in -- a cozy night in Dinan.
Bonsoir for now!