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Taking Care of Business in Saint-Malo

(Saint-Malo, Brittany, France)

In our ongoing quest to pack as lightly as possible, it was inevitable that we had to do some laundry.  We’ve had some very entertaining laundry days abroad, but this one was quite uneventful.  There was a self-serve “Salon Lavoir” right around the corner from our hotel and we finished ahead of schedule.

Our laundromat in Saint-Malo

The bigger drama came when I decided to go to the train station.  Given the uneasy labour situation in France, I thought it would be a good idea to buy our train tickets in advance for Vitré (our next destination) and possibly even for Paris (our final destination, in three days’ time).  The tickets for Vitré were cheap and easy,  I then tried to buy the tickets from Vitré to Paris for Sunday, July 15.  I was hoping for a departure from Vitré  at about 10:00 a.m.  This is where things got very interesting,

Low tide at Saint-Servan

Train service is quite light on Sundays, especially from smaller towns like Vitré.  In addition, temperatures had been quite warm and some scheduled trains were cancelled as a result.  However, there were two additional factors at play:  the July 14 national holiday (similar to our July 1 Canada Day) and the World Cup finals on July 15 at 5:00 p.m.

Ruins at a Roman site in Saint-Malo

Many French communities host elaborate festivities on July 14.  But France had also just qualified for the World Cup finals and massive gatherings were being planned for Paris on July 15.  The bottom line:  everybody wanted to get to Paris BEFORE the game started.

Within the walled city of Saint-Malo

All but one of my preferred itineraries were sold out.  The other one would have cost $400 for the two of us to get from Vitré to Paris.  The only reasonably priced alternative left much later in the day and involved arriving in Paris at 6:52 p.m….just as the World Cup final would be ending.  It also meant we would be stuck in Vitré until 3:20 p.m. on a Sunday.

Part of the coastal defence network from World War II at Alet, with Dinard in the distance

While we had really hoped to watch the final in Paris, we could not justify the additional cost.  Still, we would get to ride the TGV for most of our journey to Paris and we held out hope that the game might somehow be broadcast on the train.

Hiking trail around Alet, just south of the walled city in Saint-Malo

After buying the tickets, we spent the afternoon walking around the Alet district just south of the walled city of Saint-Malo.  We rewarded ourselves with yet another dinner of galettes, crepes, and Breton cider (now supplemented by a bowl of salad).

A “Galette Complète” at the Crêperie des Bés, in Saint-Malo

We had enjoyed Saint-Malo, although both it and Dinard were rather crowded with summer vacationers.  Our next stop, Vitré, was rarely covered in guidebooks.  I privately worried that we would not have enough to do during our stay there from July 13-15…especially as our stay included both Bastille Day and most of World Cup Final Sunday.  Hopefully it all works out!

Day Trip to Dinard, a Breton beach resort

(Saint-Malo, Brittany, France)

Following in the footsteps of Jacques Cartier, we boarded a boat in Saint-Malo and set sail for new frontiers. However, our journey ended only about 10 minutes later with our arrival in the nearby town of Dinard.   We could have taken a bus, but it would have taken longer and the views along the way would not have been as inspiring.

Dinard’s posh yacht club

When we arrived in Dinard, we saw the yacht club almost immediately…this is a fairly well-heeled beach resort!  Strangely, however, we didn’t see any obvious downtown core.  The ferry dock was in a leafy area and there was a large escarpment further obscuring our vision.  We were traveling without a map and we decided to resort to one of our time-tested navigational techniques.

The failed navigational aid. This is not in downtown Dinard.

In an unfamiliar French town, you can usually find the downtown core quite easily by scanning the horizon for the biggest cathedral spire.  We did that here, but found very little other than the cathedral itself.  The signage from the dock was quite poor (or well-hidden) and we later realized that we were actually walking away from the downtown.

Much closer to downtown Dinard…

Eventually, we found a sign pointing to the centre-ville parking garage. We had to climb a large hill but ultimately discovered a vibrant downtown core sitting right in front of a massive sandy beach.  Perhaps if you don’t know where Dinard’s downtown is located, you don’t need to go?  Anyway, the extensive hike worked up our appetites and we enjoyed yet another “formule” (savoury galette,sweet crepe, and bowl of cider) for lunch.

On the beach in Dinard

The beach was huge and, thanks to low tide, we could walk out on the sand for what seemed like miles before it slowly turned into the sea.  There were soccer games in progress:  Rio de Janeiro is apparently not the only place where you can play soccer on the beach!  Also found everywhere:  stripey Breton shirts.

At low tide, you can see Saint-Malo while still on Dinard’s beach

Finally armed with a map from the downtown tourist office, we walked back to the ferry dock via a steep coastal trail that passed by huge waterfront homes.  The trip back to Saint-Malo was uneventful until we arrived at the dock and discovered that a lobster boat had taken our docking place.  Much discussion and debate ensued, as the lobster crew still had to unload their massive catch.  In the end, a 10-minute trip ended up taking 40 minutes by the time we disembarked at a nearby pier.

A modest home in Dinard, just above the waterfront trail leading back to the ferry dock

After all of this exploring, it’s finally time to take care of some business.  But, in an unfamiliar country, even mundane activities can sometimes become epic adventures…

The Walled City of Saint-Malo

(Saint-Malo, Brittany, France)

The Breton city of Saint-Malo is located on the English Channel, a couple of hours (by very slow trains) southwest of Bayeux.  We decided to stay here for a few days because of its famous walled old town.  We also knew that there was a laundromat (as we were at the halfway point of our trip) and that there was a connection to Jacques Cartier.  That was enough to give it a look!

Main entrance to Saint-Malo’s old city (“intra muros”)

Jacques Cartier was a Breton explorer who claimed (what is now) Canada for France.  He was born in in Saint-Malo in 1491, and it is not difficult to see the architectural inspiration for the old parts of Quebec City.  Saint-Malo may rely heavily on tourism today, but it originally appears to have grown rich from seafaring and, well, piracy.

Statue of Jacques Cartier, atop the ramparts of Saint-Malo

Visitors are drawn to both the walled city and the city’s many sandy beaches. We’re not really into the beach scene, but we did appreciate the cool breezes coming in from the sea.  We missed that in both Rouen and Bayeux.

One of Saint-Malo’s side streets. We ate at the Asian restaurant on our first night, and had lunch at the creperie on the left on our last day

The walled city is larger than most and can also make you feel rather claustrophobic.  The streets are very narrow and the buildings are all very high.  While this creates shade during the day, it also seems to have stopped me from taking a lot of pictures within the walls (known locally as “intra muros”).

One of the many beaches below the city walls of Saint-Malo (at high tide)

Another reason I didn’t take many pictures in the city itself was simple:  it was very crowded.  It has been a very warm summer so far in northern France and I think a lot of people were escaping the inland heat.  In fact, we have yet to see a drop of rain on our trip.  You’ll notice that there is a fair bit of glare in my pictures:  the sun was relentless, and the sun also doesn’t set until about 11:00 p.m. at this time of year.  We can’t complain:  it’s better than relentless rain!

Looking toward Saint-Malo from the end of the lighthouse pier

There aren’t a lot of specific “must-see” sights in Saint-Malo: the main thing is to walk on top of the city walls.   A complete circuit takes about an hour, with stops, and gives some new perspectives on the narrow streets.  Alas, I can’t show them to you, as I left my camera’s memory card in our hotel room when we went for an extended walk on the walls!

A tall ship anchored at Saint-Malo

Coming up:  a boat journey from Saint-Malo!

From Bayeux to Saint-Malo

(Saint-Malo, Brittany, France)

Bayeux’s large medieval festival lasted several days, so we were able to revisit it a few times and check out some of the exhibits, kiosks, and activities that we missed the fist time around.

Medieval musicians in front of Bayeux’s Cathedral

One of the parks was devoted to medieval games…and we ended up spending quite a bit of time there. Quite a few were similar to “table shuffleboard”, and in fact one game was identical to a Dutch game called “sjoelen“. I remember playing sjoelen at my aunt’s house in ‘s-Gravenzande, but that didn’t give me much of an advantage!

Some of the medieval games in Bayeux

Some of the kiosks were a little different from what you would find in Canada. One was devoted to escargots! There were also many unusual clothing items for sale, ranging from full body armour to tricorne hats. As it was (and still is) quite hot, most of these items were not very practical and I didn’t end up buying any of them. I hope I don’t regret declining this rare opportunity!

Snails to go: escargots à emporter, à Bayeux.

We stumbled upon another unique site in Bayeux:  the Reporters’ Memorial.  This commemorates all of the reporters since World War II who have been killed in the course of their employment.  There is a forest path lined with large pillars containing the names of the reporters who died:  generally, there is one pillar per year, but many years (most of them recent) unfortunately spill over onto a second or even third pillar.  The memorial is a reminder of the important role journalism plays in a free society.

Some of the reporters who were killed in 2002

We’ve been eating a lot of galettes and crêpes lately, so I broke down and had a Turkish döner kebab on our last night in Bayeux.  It was a refreshing change but I think we’ll be having plenty of galettes and crêpes even after we move on from Bayeux.  While we are leaving Normandy, we will be spending five days in Brittany…where galettes and crêpes are just as ubiquitous.

An interesting intersection in Bayeux

The journey from Bayeux to Saint-Malo was very uneventful, compared to the strike-impaired journey out of Rouen.  We arrived in Saint-Malo on time and settled into our hotel without incident.  We miss having our own kitchen, but there is a boulangerie right around the corner.  This means we can continue our indulgent habit of having amazingly fresh chaussons aux pommes and pain au chocolat every morning!

Our local bakery in Bayeux

Stay tuned for more on Saint-Malo:  the Brittany town with a very strong connection to Canada!