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... 1 day. Thursday is a travel day, a bus to Paris. I have been to Paris a few years ago, but made the mistake of not seeing the Palace of Versailles.
Rennes is a very quaint little town. A great mixture of some really old preserved buildings to lots of new apartments going up around the city. It has nothing famous to see, which makes it a nice place to just walk the streets.
... most impressive; such a weight of stone atop a small mountain in an estuary.
There was a cruel machine in the shape of a winch which pulled a sled up the slopes to the abbey. The winch power was supplied by a wheel , much the same as the wheel we see mice running inside, only 3 or 4 metres in diameter. Perhaps after confession the monks got to work/walk inside the wheel in lieu of 3 Hail Marys.
The French Government is restoring the estuary with man ...
... said something in his unmistakeable way.
Soon after, Elmer buggers off and he’s got a dog the size of a mouse which he must have had in his pocket. It wouldn’t have made a sandwich. As he passes he says 'Au revoir’ which broke the tension but could have meant ‘Au revoir till I see your cooked body on a plate in front of me’ or just plain Goodbye.
Tennis ball is still staring at us. I was busting for a **** but the only ...
... ways a satnav can take you so I re-jigged it for 'shortest route'.
For once Garmin did itself proud, the roads were dry now it although it was cloudy, and we had some brilliant biking roads.
The only down side to picking 'shortest' is Garmin route planners will take you through some f**ker's front room if they could get away with it. So there was the occasional farm track and log pile but overall ...
... a fromage galette - which is kind of a pancake made of buckwheat and seems very common here. So many people here do not speak English - either none or very little. It makes for interesting conversations as Geoff speaks a bit and I pretty much none. We met one lovely man - one of the times we were lost - and he spoke no English but somehow sorted out where we needed to go. He also managed to say he had visited NZ. The young ...