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Deciding that it was about time to do what I wrote on the page “Brittany – just passing through”, I drove the 2/3 hours west from St. Aubert for a first mini-trip of sleeping in the van (uncomfortable), to take images over the boarder in Brittany.
Leaving late afternoon, I stopped at Cancale, a pretty fishing village, and photographed boats unloading in the failing light. The restaurants were busy, as this was a French Bank Holiday weekend. Couples and families were tucking in to plates of oysters, crabs and other fishy delicacies, wine, deserts and ice-cream at fancy prices in romantic, candle-lit waterside eateries.
Early next morning, I was down on the quay watching some net mending before heading around the coast, via the Pointe du Grouin, a long, dramatic headland overlooking some islands. I was quite glad not to be off the headland in a small boat, as the falling tide resulted in a dramatic tide race between the Ile des Landes and the mainland – no rowing against that!
Upping sticks, I headed along the coast on the narrow but pretty D201 into St.Malo where they were having an Arts Weekend with musicians and street goings on and posters for a circus troupe, performing that afternoon. After a long walk along the beach-front and some views of the fascinating use of hundreds of tree-trunks planted upright in the sands as protection from big waves, and a few views of classic boats in the harbour. I made a few images of a picturesque square, lined with expensive eateries, from the Château Ramparts and had a very nice salad in a less expensive area. I making my way back to the floral gardens where the troupe were starting to perform, I got a ringside seat (on the floor!).
Léger démëlè, their subtitle is Collectif À Sens Unique, performed for 50 mins, a melange of acrobatics, song and dance, sheer strength, sensuality and a strange back-story of closeness, vulnerability and loneliness. I was fascinated, moved and awed in turn. How can beautiful girls and men be that strong, fearless, emotionally open and physically accurate? All I can say is that whenever you see their poster, make every effort to see their performance. You will not regret it.
Another uncomfortable night across the back seats of the van, and next morning, I headed west, catching a sunrise at St. Jaut de la Mer, heading for Paimpol, a very yachty, harbour-side town famous for the occasional maritime festival and recommended by a friend.
After a long drive and about 40mins of good light, and only a few views over the harbour, it clouded over, so after lunch, I cut my losses and headed back to Dinan for the stunning mediaeval half-timbered buildings in the centre and the lovely Rue du Petit Fort leading to the River Rance.
Then a long drive back to Orne department and my eco-cottage where I was at last, able to lay down properly for a night’s sleep after being bent in a S shape for a seemingly inordinate length of time!
See a new page about this fascinating town.