They must have heard that we had arrived in Bayeux as the shop windows are colourfully adorned with wonderful messages for us?! . . . . Coincidentally it’s the 75th anniversary of the D-Day Landings in Normandy! It was heartwarming to see so many messages of thanks from the French to the Allied Forces for their freedom in 1944.
Another spectacular sunset tonight in Dinard, our last evening here. . . .
Join us on this perfect sunny day as we explore Saint Malo!
What can I say?! Bev takes her bag . . . uette everywhere!!
In picturesque Rochfort Mark’s looking tres debonair in his new suit . . . . of armour!
We wandered through the oldest city in Breton – Quimper. First Bishop of Quimper came with the first Britons across the channel and named it Little Britain – between the fourth and seventh century AD.
Continue reading There’s old . . . and then there’s REALLY old!
Douarnenez is our next port of call in Brittany – literally, with it’s three historic ports. With the sun finally setting at 10:15pm, we park Bruce up in this street in a cosy carpark, 50m from the port.
The spectacular Crozon Peninsular looks out over the Atlantic and our drive to the summit of Menez-Hom provides windswept views over the seas, lakes, rivers . . . and a hang glider is enjoying it too!!
Bonjour mes amies! . . . . Leaving the apple orchard after a quiet restful evening we continue driving to the most westerly point in France called Finistere – which means “the end of the world”!! This remote rural landscape was the last refuge of the Druids from encroaching Christianity. Today the port of Roscoff with it’s ferries, has opened links to England and high speed TGV trains mean the region is only four hours from Paris.
The weather throws us a bit of everything (think Melbourne!?!) and so an afternoon inside visiting Océanopolis in Brest is in order.
It’s a pleasant surprise to wake to blue skies today after yesterday’s bad weather which confined us inside Bruce. Our sea view is much more appealing now. Our two hour walk around Roscoff began with petit dejeuner (breaky) at cafe Pierre’s overlooking the old harbour, whilst we devour our fresh bread and croissants.
