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Published: September 13th 2010
The Park Grounds
So it was time to leave Paris behind, I bought myself a train ticket to Rennes it is in the Province of Brittany, this is where Angelique lives the lady I meet in Scotland. The train trip was two and half hours and wow it was so nice to see the county side once again and just relax. It actually didn’t take long out of Paris before there were open spaces; I watched the country side go by, reading my book and simply chilling, lovely. The trains a great in France plenty of room, allocated seating a snack bar and a little tray to put your junk on.
I arrived at Rennes and made my to the taxi rank the driver got out of her cab I showed her the address and she laughed at me and pointed across the road there was my hotel, no Cab needed great.
The hotel was really nice and clean, the staff were extremely helpful even thought there was a language barrier. I had a little wonder around the town and went back to the room and had a nana nap; I'm on holidays it's allowed. After my nap I headed out for something
to eat, there are several restaurants close by and my favorite would have to be the creperie, Banana crepes, lemon crepes, choc crepes, savory crepes yum ohhhhh. It’s actually really humorous when I order a meal, its pot luck really, some of the words are familiar to me, for the most part, I point and order and hope for the best, so far I have only ended up with one meal I didn’t like, it was a pizza I thought when I read a fruity medley that I would be getting an Hawaiian, but no I ended up with a seafood medley, Don’t get me wrong I like seafood but not on a pizza I rarely eat pizza and when I do its Hawaiian or vegetarian, never mind I reluctantly eat some of it and had a good laugh.
Rennes is a very beautiful city full of many medieval buildings; even though it’s the main city of Brittany it is relatively peaceful. The medieval buildings are so out of shape; some of them look like they are ready to burst at the seams whilst others look like they’re suffering from the old muffin top. The walls are so warped
Lovely Old Church
and the character of each one is similar yet so different, it reminds me of the old saying if only the walls could talk, well imagine the stories these homes could tell. I would so love to be able to walk inside one of these building to see what the interior looked liked, I will just have to imagine old paintings hanging on the wall with cracked plaster,walll paper peeling off, candle chandeliers and furniture that had distorted over time with the fall of the floor. Hand carved staircases and creaky timber floors with beautiful lace covering the widows. An attic which holds many memories and traditions of wine making and cheese making with a chest full of yester years clothing that’s what I would imagine the inside of one of these homes to be like.
There are several beautiful Churches in the town and a great park, it had a treed lined pathway that took you to an open are with flower beads sculptures and a few fountains which had chairs around them so I parked myself in front of the fountain soaking up the sunshine and enjoying the peacefulness. Itchy feet must move on, there is a
little cafeteria in the park so I stopped for a hot choc; it was fair for a hot choc. I headed further into town and came across some really neat little streets full of color, restaurants and shops with blue stone paths and beds full of blooming flowers,and baskets of floral color hanging from the street lights. I past large building that had really nice grounds, I think it was a parliament building but don’t hold me to that. Well a girl gets a little hungry with all of this walking so I found a little patisserie down a lane way mmmm mmmm blue berry slice, and yes it was delicious.
Well I'm learning really quickly that you can't sit in a place like a cafe and only order a drink, If I want a hot chocolate then I have to go to bar and order it, The very kind waitress at the creperie where I had been for lunch told me NO we are not a bar if you want Chocolate then you go to a Bar. Oh well thanks off I went and I tell you the bars love to serve you with a hot chocolate too.
Hummmm we have a problem what can I drink without feeling like a complete freak, problem solved I have discovered Perrie. Oh Perrie where have you been all my life I must say; Im a really like it, and what bonus I no longer look like a GEEK in a BAR ( :
Oh la la I’m loving the fashion in France very nice a girl could go crazy; but she won’t, hey you must of heard of the book French girls don’t get fat well I’m telling you it’s true, no to many big girls over here. It must be genes because their food is rich; they eat a lot of breads, cured meats, olives, cheese's, pastries and let’s not forget the wine. If I ate like this every day I would be certainly stacking it on.
I caught a bus on the Monday to Monte St Michael it’s a castle that is built on a Monte and it is surrounded by the ocean; you can access the castle when the tide goes out. It was very beautiful from a distance but unfortunately it was so packed with tourist it was really hard to take it in
as you were shuffled along with the crowed, the streets were lined with restaurants and gift shops. The car park was enormous; there were horses for hire if you wished to ride along the shoresm nice but no thanks.They say when the tide comes in it moves as fast as a stamped of wild horses. I fought my way out of the crowd and ended down the bottom of the castle I walked around the sandy shores, it was like grey mud and there were signs everywhere warning it was like quick sand, and definably now swimming. The tied went out as far as they eye could see. This was very different from St Michaels mount in England where you were able to move freely throughout the castle and the sand was well sand and the only shops on the mount were a few places to eat and one gift shop. I don’t think Monte St Michael in France was lived in anymore, I’m just presuming as it is such a tourist attraction it would drive you nuts living there with such crowds. Well I hoped back on the bus and headed back to Rennes I should start packing again
as I will be making my way to Angelique’s tomorrow.
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