Vannes

On the way to Vannes, we stopped off at Quimper, the oldest town in Brittany, where we saw this hyper-settled building.

Then we dropped into the medieval walled island of Concarneau, with another collection of timber fronted, architecturally challenging buildings; bit of a tourist trap, ‘though, so very busy, especially as it was market day so main square devoted to stalls, not cars.

In Vannes towards the end of the afternoon, where the crazy one way schemes in & outside the old walled town make driving a bit stressful, but once the car is parked the beauty of the old town more than compensates. So many medieval buildings in, generally, excellent nick it’s jaw dropping. Many reveal the art of extending outwards by floor (corbelling), thus maximising the internal floor area.

Illness eventually captures holiday-makers & we’re no exception: Kath has been fighting being overtaken by snot, which has now passed onto me & I’ m suffering with la goutte. Guess who forgot to bring ample supply of his pills to the most famous seafood eating part of the world. And everywhere Biere Artisinale awaits. Having to take a timeout on those ingredients as I hobble about with swollen foot.

Much of the old town walls are obscured by being built on/through/around, but there still chunks to see & walk along. We spent this afternoon in the ramparts gardens from where this photo was taken.

This afternoon we visited Vannes’ nearest ‘beach’, more like a playpark next to a river, bit it did feature the biggest sea water swimming pool we ever did see. Suffice to say Kath had several swims whilst Chris was unable to get to work the nearby charger for the car. A slight modification to the car courtesy of a pesky low level concrete wall was this morning’s outcome. So not a good car day. Tomorrow we move further south again.

Further South