Friday April 26

Trip Start Apr 18, 2013
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Trip End Jul 09, 2013


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Friday, April 26, 2013

Arrived in Roscoff, Brittany, France on the ferry from Plymouth at 8am and the Europcar office only opens at 10am. Waiting .... Waiting ....
While waiting we tested our phones. The Vectone SIM is not working at all. The Vodafone SIM only works for calls, after we specifically said that we needed an Internet data package!!
Ron's phone is still not working.

It is cold and windy. It is 10 Celsius.

My turn to be driver in France. No drinking for me!
This time we have a Fiat Punto manual and I am driving on the wrong side. OMG!

Roscoff is a port city. It has splendid 16th and 17th century granite buildings. It is the home of the Onion Johnnies. Breton farm men who used to cycle around Britain, peddling their local pink onions door-to-door. With berets, hooped shirts and bikes laden with onion-strings, they established the caricature of Frenchmen.

It took about 2 hours to drive from Roscoff to St Malo. We are staying in the old part of the city. Most of the streets are narrow, cobbled and one way. It took us two complete rounds of the area to get to our Hotel Le Louvre because if you miss the street you can't go back. We paid 12 Euro for a car park at the hotel. It was traumatic. I did not think that I would be able to navigate the car into the car park driveway. We are walking everywhere while we are here!

Saint Malo is an ancient walled city. The walls are awesome. The fortifications dominate the seaside. The citadel, also known as the Old Town or Intra-Muros ("within the walls"), was originally built on a rocky island at the mouth of the Rance estuary. This strategic position allowed control of both the sea and any trade heading into the interior of Brittany, helping to shape the stormy and often dark history of the city.

Saint-Malo traces its origins to a monastic settlement founded by Saint Aaron and Saint Brendan early in the 6th century. Its name is derived from a man said to have been a follower of Brendan, Saint Malo or Maclou.

The Intra-Muros streets are full of clothes & shoe shops, bakeries, restaurants, crepe cafes, ice cream and lollies.
Ron had an enormous custard filled donut and I had a sultana and custard pastry.

We settled into the Hotel du Louvre and walked the walled city. We walked on the wall and then down to the beach. The wall is enormous. We walked on the beach, past a sea-water swimming pool that is only walled on three sides and out to two of the fortified castles.

We had dinner at Gourmande. Ron had a Calzone and I had a Saint Marlo Speciality, Salted Buckwheat Pancakes with Sardines, Mussels, Onion, Tomato and Garlic. It was light and really tasty. I highly recommend it.

We then went back to the waterfront wall to see if the tide had come in. It was unbelievable. The tide here is insane. The sea was hitting the 20 metre wall and splashing over the top in some places. Where we walked late this afternoon, about 3 hours earlier, was now at least 4 meters under water.
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