After brekkers, we hired several surly Sherpas and made our way up THE HILL(tm). The market was teaming with not only the usual vendors and crowds of French, but roving bands of little UK hooligans on a school holiday. Amazingly rude little bastards they was. They had a habit of attempting to haggle down the sellers in some most unsavory ways. I had the urge to give several of them a clip about the ear hole once or twice.
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| Surly Sherpas |
Properly provisioned with cheese, artichokes and fruits, we took the side streets over to Monoprix to load up on wine and weird sugery/milk crap for Ryan's coffee.(I deeply suspect it is actually bathtub caulk, but he seems happy)
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| Random Dinan house near the market |
On the way down THE HILL we opted to swing by the ramparts and gaze down to the river. Just down from the Jerzual Gate, there were some men installing a new chimney cap on a large, 3 story home. Their ladder setup was a thing of horrifying beauty. Next to the old wooden piece o' crap they were using on the roof itself to get across the slates, it was a marvel of modern technology.
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| Cultural Ambassadors to Dinan(Calontir Division) |
Guiltily, we took lots of pictures of men we assumed would soon be dead from gravity and its after effects...
Dinner was a quiet affair in the garden of gigantic artichokes, another cheese souffle' and wine. Lots of wine.
A grand day.
SO JEALOUS!!!
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