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... and barriers so that on the outgoing tides the estuary gets flushed and cuts channels each side of the mountain. The marshes surrounding the estuary are grazed by sheep owned by one farmer who discovered that his sheepmeat had a different flavour produced by the marsh grasses and the meat was much sought after. So he leases all the marshes off the government!
This coastline and area produces enormous tidal variations, up to 15 m in some bays and tides
We made our way from St Malo heading south for Moelan-Sur-Mer.
We'd tanked up in St Malo - £1.05 a litre for Super Unleaded - not bad!!
Will was seeking a caffeine fix. After 20 miles of grind on the boring N176 I decided to cut across country. We came across this lovely little village - Jugon-Les-Lacs. 2 big café au laits to stir the cryo tanks and then back on it.
To get to Moelan, there are only ...
Woke up at 6am to 'Two & half men' repeating opening titles "Men,men,men,men,menly men men men, ooohhh", laptop had been left on.
Went back to bed.
Next thing.....'Bing bong, ladies & gentlemen the boat will be docking in 15 minutes, please make your way to your vehicles'. But it's only 7am. The ticket says 8.15am.
Thanks Brittany Ferries, they don't say you board in English time but get off in French time who are an hour in front.
"Will, Will, wake up, ...
... cowardly and you'd probably be right! We continued on to where we are now. More narrow roads but we arrived safe and sound. This is simply parking spaces at the side of the road with two linear spaces suitable for motorhomes but we have a lovely view across the bay to Mont St Michel. There is a viewing point and a walk alongside the edge of the bay. I wasn't sure if the tide was coming in or going out so we didn't want to go too far, we know things can ...
We were chasing an Internet connection so we sat down at a cafe in the walled old city, in which a thoroughly European, cigarette smoking waiter approached us accusingly and asked us in the usual garble what the **** we wanted. I said, "we are here for a drink", to which he returned a face-full of angry fists "a drink?"... "yes could I have a beer?", now flabbergasted he turned to his side, perhaps so I could better behold him, and pointed... at ...