I wish we had some pictures to post of yesterday's adventures. Unfortunately I left my phone and/or camera at the house in our rush to depart.
Around 11, we wandered up THE HILL(tm) and into Dinan proper. Mom was champing at the bit to get to the store so she could fill her list of necessities and I was dying to get to the farmers market. Gary decided to forgo shopping to wander the streets with his sketch pad, looking for places to work on his watercolours later on in the trip. I deeply suspect it was a chance for him to escape the madness and get some quiet time under his belt. Wise man, Gary.
Dinan is still a bit confusing to navigate. I suspect it will take a few trips up to get out bearings all sorted. We wound through the narrow streets to find the small Les Halles market, complete with many tasty offerings(bit of a tourist trap, but what the hell it is still pretty cool) and ended up having a lovely breakfast in the courtyard of a 13th century cathedral/clock tower.
After we ate, the farmers market was just a few seconds walk. Pretty much my head exploded. I freaking love the open air weekly markets in France. Food, clothing, junk, more food, antiques all demanding to be purchased...
The family and I swam through the crowds of locals to try our hand at picking up lunch. We ended up with figs the size of apples, wild boar sausage, bresaola(air dried beef), and about $200 worth of various cheeses, for which I paid about 15euro. Stupid cheap!
After the open air market we swung by the department store to grab the house necessities and headed back to the house.
We found Gary a bit later in the port, happily sketching away on some preliminary work for some paintings. He seemed happy as hell to be doing exactly what he loves. Gathering him up, we opted for drinks and a light lunch along the river. Wine, Cidre(not cider. Cider has no yummy alcohol, Cidre, does) and crepes/gallettes were the order of the day. Happy times by the river.
In the evening we had dinner out in the garden. Wine, all the sausages and cheeses and fresh bread. Near perfect! After a tragic wine depletion incident, we went back down to the largely closed bars along the port and had a few more drinks. I went home early to get some reading and writing done.
Some time later, a band of roving hooligans armed with oldies music and wine broke into the house and set the place on fire into the night. At some point they released my wife and she staggered to bed, none the worse for wear.
A very nice day.
Haha! Love it!!!
ReplyDelete