We only had 24 hours to spend in Saint-Malo, an ancient port on the English Channel, in the part of France known as Brittany (Bretagne in French), and it wasn't long enough! At one time, Brittany was as Celtic as Scotland, Ireland and Wales, so I'm hoping that the 1/8 French in my ancestry was from Brittany, so as to get along with the Scottish, Welsh, and Irish bits. Whatever my heritage, I loved Saint-Malo, and I suspect I would love other parts of Brittany as well. Dick says we'll go back. There's even a street with his name on it. Dick does most of our photography now, but these are the pictures I took during our first afternoon there. By the time we had walked as far as the old walled city, I was so exhausted and overheated, I had to take a taxi back to our hotel (we loved the pretty Hotel Rance!) but Dick took lots of photos while I rested, so you can be sure Saint-Malo will be here on my blog again.
Posted for My World Tuesday.
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|Incoming tide begins to re-float boats stranded earlier.|
|Down the way from our hotel, beautiful old rooflines.|
|Rue du Dick, with Dick himself.|
|Looking across the water to the walled city.|
|Looking across the sand to the city proper.|
|Watch that bottom step, it's a doozy!|
|Nearing the walled city.|