alors... Well, R decided that he wanted to ride, even if it meant a diet of rice cakes, bananas and flat "Breizh Cola" for the journey. Incidentally, we befriended the owner of the alimentation here - charming gentlerman who introduced us to his friend the snail, who's been living upside down on the ceiling of his shop for two months now and hasn't changed position once. Anyway...
We kept it to about 35 miles, in glorious weather and on quiet, rolling country roads. It really was lovely. Our first stop was Carnac, where we rode around the various megalithic sites and made friends with the sheep grazing by the stones. Seems that every cycling tour we do has to involve standing stones and sheep. Not sure what that means.
After Carnac, we set off down the 10 mile isthmus that is the Presqu'ile de Quiberon, and it's a wind-beaten, sandy almost-island alright. A lot of it is wild, and the trees all look like cartoon combovers, gelled in one direction by an always-westerly wind. At the end of the isthmus lay Quiberon itself, a kind of parody of any other seaside resort. Think boardwalks, candy floss, dodgems, unforgiveable bathing attire and souvenir shops along the strand. And crazy cat lady hotel owners who purchase pets based on expected longevity. And hotels with plastic sheets and lingering cigar fumes.
Not that we're complaining, mind you. We found Barbapapa egg cups, and Rich got his Breton sweater, and we hopped on our bikes again and rode out to a lookout over the Bay. Bici & Velo, sans 40 lb panniers, felt like Angel Delight...
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