In this part of the world and at this time of the year, almost everyone is old and listening to Enya (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oiFTXckh0zU). Only the shopkeepers exist to remind us of the sort of people we will need to protect us from the Russians, Turks, Indians and Chinese in the years to come. The tourist industry has moved swiftly to cater for the likes of me and hearing aids and stairlifts are now readily available over the counter, so to speak.
In the course of our stay we dined royally at the the crêperie L'Iroise (speciality moules marinières) and lunched most handsomely at Le Transat (speciality moules marinières) and the esteemed Table de Jeanne in Erquy which people visit from far and near to taste the delicious moules marinières.
Although I have been living in France for the worst part of 45 years people still insist on addressing me in English. We indulge in increasingly tense exchanges conducted in each other's language before I, in the interest of cross-channel harmony, throw in the towel (or the éponge as the French would say) and revert to English at which point all meaningful dialogue becomes impossible.
We drive through the pouring rain to Mont Saint Michel and marvel at the new, state-of-the-art car park. We are allowed to park for the first 20 minutes free of charge, an eloquent if futile gesture as the Mont itself is 40 minutes away on foot.
In the course of our stay we dined royally at the the crêperie L'Iroise (speciality moules marinières) and lunched most handsomely at Le Transat (speciality moules marinières) and the esteemed Table de Jeanne in Erquy which people visit from far and near to taste the delicious moules marinières.
Although I have been living in France for the worst part of 45 years people still insist on addressing me in English. We indulge in increasingly tense exchanges conducted in each other's language before I, in the interest of cross-channel harmony, throw in the towel (or the éponge as the French would say) and revert to English at which point all meaningful dialogue becomes impossible.
We drive through the pouring rain to Mont Saint Michel and marvel at the new, state-of-the-art car park. We are allowed to park for the first 20 minutes free of charge, an eloquent if futile gesture as the Mont itself is 40 minutes away on foot.
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| Near Port-Blanc, Côtes d'Armor |
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