where can i buy prednisone We mapped a route to take advantage of Brittany’s coastline and to see its fishing villages and centers. From Carnac, we headed to Quimperle, an inland town where the Isole and Elle rivers meet. We walked the lower and upper areas of this picturesque town dating back to the 11th century.
Lynn Haven We drove on to Pont-Aven, a cute town with 17th and 18th century granite houses situated on streets that seem to rise in tiers from the port, built on a ria (ancient term for a flooded valley). Here we even found a thatched roof.
We continued on to Concarneau, an old sardine fishing center, with a large harbor and a walled city – the earliest fortifications date to 14th century. We ate lunch at a restaurant overlooking the walled city, sitting out in the sun – L’Amiral, 1 Avenue Pierre Guegin. Plats du Jour for Glenn, Kimberly, and Mike (pasta with a white fish probably cod and a very light butter sauce) and Salade Nicoise for me. Mike’s phone rang just after we ordered and it was Thibaud, wondering if everything was ok and if we were able to get a rental car, what we were doing, etc. At lunch, the man and wife seated at the table next to us asked us where we were from, etc. During the conversation, they said they lived on the island in the bay, but were visiting his sister who lived there, he also gave us a long list of suggestions of a driving tour to see more of the coast and fishing towns. We drove through Fouesnant, known for its butter biscuits and cider, on our way to Benodet, a coastal resort known for manor houses and chateaux that line the river and harbor. We walked along the lovely white sand beach, found the remains of an old German bunker guarding the port. One had even been transformed into a dwelling. At Pont l’Abbe, we found the museum closed – it houses a collection of traditional costumes. We strolled the town streets, window shopping and checking out potential buys, like traditional striped jerseys.
We decided to drive to L’Orient for dinner. L’Orient was almost totally destroyed during WWII, and was rebuilt in a very contemporary style. The pleasure boats are docked along a marina on both sides of a canal, divided by a lock and a bridge. As we walked along checking out the pristinely maintained boats, several came in, evidently, from a race. On the way into the town, Glenn had spotted a few potential dinner spots, which turned out to be bars not restaurants. But, across the square, we found L’Alhambra. Mike, Kimberly and I had duck breast, Glenn had steak and frites – his first of the trip. We returned home to Carnac in the dark and somehow negotiated our way back to our cottage, arriving at about 10:15 PM.
