A solid night of sleeping and sleeping in, followed by a delicious homemade breakfast. CROISSANTS! Fruit! Deliciousness.
We were up and at 'em fairly quickly despite our lethargy. Fred and Georges led Antoine, Margot and I on an adventure to Vannes, a nearby farm and beach town. Vannes is a beautiful medieval town with sprawling markets, Colombarge architecture, a harbor, and delicious crepes. Margot had a crepe called Melchior. Yum. Bretagne in general is known for its crepes. From Vannes we went to a nearby beach with beautiful sand, such a relief for aching feet. Plus it was funny to think that we were at the Atlantic Ocean, just the "other" end of it. Oddly enough, the water here is warm enough to swim in and at home in the Pacific, swimming is a no-go. And then to and through the Castle Suscinio, a 13th -14th century castle trussed with fairytale decorations. Literally, they set up these grand classical rooms with modern-day "enchanted" decor. Strange. Still, lots of fun nooks and spiral stone stairs. And pigeons. And "bats". Then to fromagerie for fresh cheese- the cows there let us pet them and there was a MASSIVE pig. Then to a salt farm. Yes, a salt farm, cultivating and harvesting natural salt. It looked like a small-scale rice paddy and just happened to be situated amidst nature trails. There was an unrefined salt mound the size of Margot from which we collected salt for our amazing chef-friend Philippe Morizot.
"Home" to Le Petit Keriquel for another lovely dinner on the patio. Autumn had a small taste of rabbit. We both ate duck. Desserts were overwhelmingly delicious; peach soup, chocolate mousse, black current sorbet in a pastry shell and apple mousse with strawberries. Head Cheese was absolutely amazing and reminded Autumn of Christmas dinners of old. Life is good here. A nice change of pace from the bustle and hurry of Paris.
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