After the wedding Julien and I took a mini-moon to Brittany/Normandy. We treated ourselves to two nights at a B&B in Pontorson, which is a five-minute drive from the Mont-Saint-Miichel access points.
Incidentally, we were heading out of Poitiers on a Wednesday morning when French farmers were demonstrating, and by demonstrating, I mean blocking most intersections into and out of Poitiers. We managed to get out of Poitiers on the north highway entrance, which for some reason wasn’t blocked (too far from the center of town, probably), but lots of cities had traffic problems that day and the next. Mont-Saint-Michel was blocked off all day so we resigned ourselves to not visiting this year and prepared to go to Cancale from the B&B. On our way out our host gave us some tips on where to park the car before the “blocage” and so we ended up going to Mont-saint-michel without paying anything for parking, just as the tractors were on their way out. Apparently they set up camp again the next day so really the only time for us to go was in the evening.
There weren’t too many people and it was still quite nice out. We didn’t do any paid visits this time and just had a walk around. Then we headed back to Pontorson where we had some excellent moules-frites.
The next day we spent at Saint-Malo, one of my very favorite places ever. I was there with my parents during a biochemistry conference in 2008 and have wanted to go back ever since. This was J’s first time, as with Mont Saint Michel. We walked around the ramparts, went kayaking among the little islands, and walked around the fort.
We ate crêpes for lunch and had dinner at a wonderful and tiny restaurant called Divers’City (I know, I had to get past the superfluous apostrophe).
The next and final day of our mini-moon, we went to Cancale. At Cancale it appears the thing to do is buy oysters and throw your lemon on the beach. But still, it was beautiful as well.
I still love that area of France. In Saint Malo I kept saying to J, “Alors je demande ma mut?” (“So shall I put in my transfer request?”) Unfortunately he says there are not enough mountains in Brittany. Sigh.
Since all the wedding madness and mini-moon and vacationing is finally over, I hope soon to write about our trip to the Basque Country, and eventually of course, the wedding, but I am waiting on the professional photos for that.