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Published: June 30th 2017
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Geo: 46.9157, -2.04375
We woke up, a little excited at the idea of FINALLY getting to walk to a boulangerie to get a baguette for our breakfast – there was one just a block away from this parking area. We've been buying bread and having it the next day, which – while still miles ahead of the King Soopers options at home – isn't quite the quaint experience we were looking forward to. Imagine, then, our disappointment when the sign at the local boulangerie said that they were closed on Mondays.
Le sigh.
So, off we went to the next town, Sabres, where we happened upon a lovely little boulangerie right across from the town center. The delightful man helped us with a baguette for lunch, a pain au chocolat for breakfast, and a lovely cuppa café to go with it. We had our picture-perfect breakfast on the patio, in the sunshine, and all was better.
We continued northward, heading generally toward Mont St. Michel. This meant quite a lot of autoroute miles (er….kilometers), and subsequently, many tolls. I checked my e-mail to find a reply from the rental place, and they said that we could take it to the McRent location in Bordeaux. I
checked the map, and we would be passing by Bordeaux in about 30 minutes, around 11 am – great!!!! Except…..that little bit there…..Ah. They don't open until 2 pm. Well, crap. Do we hang around for 3 hours, by which time we could be in Mont St. Michel (where we were expecting things to be pretty crowded, camping-wise)? Or do we move along, get our place at a campsite, and then figure it out? We decided to head on up, and figure it out later (grungy though we felt….).
Along the way, we started wondering if maybe French truck stops had the option for showers, the way that they do in the States. It had been a few days since our last shower, and we were starting to feel fairly unsociable. We needed to gas up, and checked with the gas station when we did YES! They had showers! For €2 each, we could rinse off the last few days' worth of grime. Yessir, we'll take it! Granted, it felt a little weird for me to wander into the mens' room (where the showers were located – apparently a large percentage of French truckers are male), but Dejo had gone first,
Future time trialer?
I hope so, 'cuz this kid's got some serious miles in already and told me which door, so I didn't encounter any surprises. The showers weren't exactly sparkling, nor spacious, but they were warm and effective.
We wandered around the town a little bit on foot (which didn't take very long), and headed back to the campsite for dinner, and some blogging. Since we had an electric connection, I could use the laptop – yay!
While we ate, we noticed a kid on a bike just doing laps of the roads of the campsite. A bit of a criterium of his own, perhaps. This guy was maybe 10 or 11, and was riding a bike that he'd grow into eventually, but it was clear that he enjoyed being on it, and was maybe a little disappointed that he couldn't get any of the other kids (on their little purple Schwinns or other cheapo bikes) to race with him for more than a lap or so. Their bikes – and their little bodies -- just weren't cut out for any type of racing, but he didn't let a lack of an opponent keep him from giving it his all. And man, he rode for what felt like all evening. At least an hour or so,
Home sweet home
For 2 days, anyway.....just us, and a few of our best camping-car friends probably more. Eventually, he had to go in to go to bed, and so did we.
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Dejo, The french "Baguette" !! It's the real bread ! the reference in the world, don't you ?