Extra Day

With Rich needing a lot of rest and recovery after his illness, he
slept much of the morning away. After some amazing prune pastry
concoction and the best coffee I've had since Italy, I decided to
meander along the Breton coast to the next town. There and back, it
was about 8 miles along lovely deserted coastline, past numerous
shipwrecks that looked like they'd been lying abandoned for years, and
a delapidated chateau, turrets n'all. Sadly, my phone was charging &
so I have no postable pics; we'll have to wait for the flickr upload
when we get back to Bklyn.

Anyway, when I got to the town (Locmardieq, I think), the market was
ending, so I picked up some excellent cheese and tomatoes and a Breton
bread called a "Dolmen" to share with the sick one. By the time I got
back, he had been sitting in the sun outside the hotel for about an
hour, absolutely famished (a good sign), but after a picnic, a stroll
around the citadel and some time spent staring into rockpools, he
immediately needed another nap. As did I. This is a really lovely
village, but it's still off-season and very quiet, and there are only
so many times a girl can go into the Celtic bar and drink ethically
produced tisanes with the surly bartender (who dresses and looks like
an Arthurian pirate, if that's possible)and his pine cone retrieving
golden lab, Flynn...

Anyway, barring further incident (such as me contracting this bug), we
should be out of here tomorrow and heading down to the Presqu'ile de
Quiberon. It's only about 30 miles, but we feel uncomfortable doing
any more til we're sure R is mended.

Tomorrow's ride goes through Carnac, so hopefully we'll get some
photos of the menhirs and dolmens to post for any remaining readers we
might have.

Oh! And if you are reading, please comment. We love reading them, and
their mere presence lets us know we're not just blethering into the
cybervoid...

N