Le Bretagne Rennes

I went just one day to Rennes. I thought it was really pretty since all of the houses are made of
rough stones, des maisons bretonnes typiques. Aussi, les maisons sont faites
toutes un peu croches, ca donne un petit style que j'aimais bien.



Et oui effectivement, il fait beau plusieurs fois par jour. It does rain a LOT.
There is mainly what is in every french city, bars, restaurants and shoe shops!

Been chopping some wood for the fire for the last 2 days with ayms cousins and family. 1 of ayms cousins has an old merc he doesnt need, so he has told us we can have it.
Its gonna cost qbout 400 euros to get in insured, mot and on the road, but im hoping rose and mickou will come and split the costs with us.
Petrol to tunisia through spain and africa will cost about 300 euros so its not too bad, hoping to get work in south of france next week to fund it.

... a new town or city is far more compelling than grannies lovely soup. The plan is to move on in the next few days, possibly meeting up with my friends Rose and Mickou (sp) if we can get work along the way.

So gonna sign off for now, hopefully find some work on the internet and the next post will be from spain. Adios amigo!

Unfortunately the fairy tale turretts and cobble streets failed to live up to expectation and seemed to lack any ambiance. This was probably not helped by us arriving at lunchtime when but everything was shut - French siesta time. After wandering around the deserted streets ...

... 19th century viaduct spanning high above the port. It was beer o'clock so we found the old towns bar street and settled ourselves down on one of the outside tables. We tried two local beers a Picon and Affligate. Picon a dark beer but tasting like it contained lemonade (hmmm not sure about that one) and Affligate which was like a blonde Leffe - this was a good choice ...

... were in place to control traffic and there were many spectators on the roadside. It seems that a parade of bikers was about to arrive. We stayed to watch as many, many bikers paraded through Dinard. I would guess 200 but I really have no idea how many – I could be miles off. No matter it was fun to see them pass by.

A light meal in the hotel bistro with a couple of non-alcoholic drinks for me, and a couple of Bordeaux reds for Andre, before turning in for an early night.

... style hotel, La Haute Pilais where we stayed the first 4 nights - lovely. A great party afterward which did not help my jet lag much but which i could not miss! Georgia and Kristen were ushers and had a great time with the other kids. We have sampled local creperie, patisserie, boulangerie, cafe and market - all verylovely and just what we imagined. Tomorrow will explore Mont St Michel and ...

... this. I admit to being a little too ******* myself about this French business, but this is why I´m here. I´m having so much fun and I´m finding that my frustration is mostly within my friends. I can start my day in French and go for a while, but as soon as my friends start speaking English, it almost feels rude to stay in French. But, last Friday, I wouldn´t give in. I managed to talk to Michelle for almost the entire day in French. Granted, we had our bits of English, we ...

... very "Breton" bar for my birthday. My friend Mark bought me a drink that was called "Triple C." It was basically cidre with two hard alcohols mixed in. I do not remember what they were but the drink was quite tasty. We had fun talking about comfort food and politics before we headed to the Franco-American Institute for a cocktail with the students that were on the CIEE program for the year. I only stayed for a half an hour (along with Sophia and Michelle) and headed home ...

... notre retour. Pas grave, je lui devais 5 euros). Il approche 19 heures ; Mélo est bientôt revenue à l'appart, alors nous achetons à soûper (des pâtes, qui seront jointes à celles non-mangées d'hier) sur le chemin du retour. En arrivant, à l'image de la journée, nous nous allongeons tous quelques minutes sur notre lit à cinq. On décide de se taper un film plus tard en soirée, après le soûper, auquel je ne participe pas ; je préfère me reposer et ...