These were in a restaurant in St Malo. St Malo is on the Atlantic which produces vast quantities of oysters every year. I tried to eat most of what they produced when I was there.

This was an old clos out in the middle of nowhere and from a time in the distant past. It was within a few hundred feet of the ocean where the shore was girded by low lying, weatherd and gnarled wild plums. The gnarled tangles of low lying plants were adorned with a frost of deep purple, so many and so thick were the small, bitter plums.

We were on our way from somewhere to somewhere else when hunger and thirst overtook us. So we found a rock on the highest point of land that we could find and laid out un bon repast.

This is in a very old church on Pt. St. Anthony.

Here are some scenes from Point du Raz, the westernmost thrust of France. It was as beautiful as the pictures make it look.

 

 

 

 

 

 

We spent a day in this place that it is impossible to figure out how anyone ever built it. I just took the first few pictures to post here.

This town is thought to be archtypical of how the coast of Bretagne looked several hundred years ago (except for the cars).

 

This is just a group of whimsical pictures taken at random.

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