Hostellerie le Moulin de Rosmadec
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We arrived late after a big day of travel. A pretty town rising on both sides from a river with foot and road bridges every 50 meters.
After our delicious lunch we ate light in an upstairs Creperie run by a Mother and son. Just the job, a carafe of wine and a savory and sweet crepe each.
As we were walking about 100 or so runners with head lamps passed us, off on some nighttime endurance run I suspect. Completely mad!
We headed west about an hour on from Josselin to the coast to visit one of the villages Brittany is famous for. Concarneau is notable for its walled defenses, capable of housing what in those days would have been the entire population of the ...
... in WW II when they occupied France. They are still there, and I am presuming that their present role is to as an anchorage for large yachts.
The Germans had occupied all the countries on the Atlantic, English Channel and North Sea of Europe and constructed defences in strategic sites along that long coast line. One can still see the gun emplacements on the cliffs of Brittany, Bordeaux and Normandy. It is still frightening to see and think ...
... for Bill and me, and Joyce and Steven had foie gras. Desserts were chocolate fondant and hazelnut chocolate pastry. It was absolutely delicious.
Tomorrow is the last day that we can share with Bill and Joyce before the leave for Halifax on Sunday.
Again, I do not gave enough wifi strength to send photos. I will catch up later. Sorry!
For now,All the bestChuck
... 8217;t put my book down, so good. Christopher napped then jumped into the hot tub. I swam a bit then also jumped into the hot tub. SO relaxing.
After our rest poolside (in the shade) we went to the gym. We both did some cardio and lifted a bit and now back in the room showered and all clean and ready for our dinner reservations at Jacques. SO LOOKING FORWARD!!! Jim & Vicky were singing its praises so, we can’t ...