Best Western Grand Htl Talabardon Roscoff

... it over with a little wooden paddle. Not a first time skill! At least not to get something that resembles a round shape. But it was great fun to try and I didn’t destroy too many in the process (or at least I got to eat the least appetizing ones). All in all, I must have eaten about a dozen! Thankfully we’ll be moving on in the morning and getting on our bikes again. A few too many croissants, brioche, crepes…..

... that day that turned into such a massacre. The American cemetery has more than 10,000 soldiers buried there and is a beautiful park-like setting right bordering on cliffs of the beach. All the small towns we went through were somehow damaged or totally destroyed by the war which was something the tour guide was continually pointing out .. even with all the beautiful structures you can not help but think how much more fabulous it must have been before the war.

... tears filled my eyes, I swallowed back a deluge. Every white cross represented men and women, teens really, most of them. They gave it all! Their mother's gave, their siblings gave, their church gave, their father's gave, their towns gave...

Who was I to stand at their graves and not weep for them. It became personal. It is no longer history.

It is a part of me.

After last night I got up quiet late and we went Josh and I went to Christophe to copy some old French movies on DVDs for me to take back home at the end of the trip but we run into a trap as I was told we were expected to have lunch with them. So I went back to the hotel to ...

... event as the French played like **** following their tour of New-Zealand. Anyway I ended up getting a lot of sms (not the supportive kind). I had the time to have a nana nap and we all got ready to go out for dinner. We reach Christophe's Easy day late morning and we watched the game France versus Australia then we went to ...

... have gone and in their place is a beautiful visitor centre and modern shops etc... We went for a walk along the coastline to the very point of land called "the Pointe du Raz", at least to the last point possible to walk to. We slowly came back to the shops and had lunch.... crepes.... they are never better than in Brittany. While walking along we saw a large beach and Margaret wanted to know if we could get there. Once again people ask ...

After packing the car we went on the port for the "petit dejeuner" and we took the tourist drive toward Brest to be closer to my friends. We found a hotel called Oceania with a swimming pool (do not get excited as it is only 3ft deep) design for English tourist in mind. But the rooms were nice and large so all in all not a bad choice but for the location.... the local industrial estate. Anyway ...

I Always Think That many people do not realize what a gem Roscoff is, sunrise and sunset in Roscoff it a magical experience, for some mysterious reason, the sky lights up in all colors, purples, reds and yellows. Late ...

Well. what can we say. we've both never been on a cruise ship so this was fantastic. we got in to Roscoff by train and realized that the port was quite a ways from the rail station. no problem, we're used to walking. we made our way to the water and there were some beautiful beaches where the citizens of Roscoff were enjoying their holiday (it was some king's day). we finally caught a glimpse of the giant ship with a HUGE clover on the ...

Chapter Summary To ease into the pattern of cycle touring I was lucky to have Rachael and James to both harden the legs and harden the liver... The plan was a tour of Finistère, starting and ending in Roscoff. Rather brave considering it was the end of May! A circular tour Roscoff bound 29th May, Sunday Start point: Reading (near London) End point: Roscoff Via: Plymouth - Roscoff overnight ...