Tuesday 23 December A rocky start to the day. Rose had a bad nightmare at night & snuck into Bron & Steve’s room for solace. Unfortunately her method of quietly stroking Bronwen’s arm while she was in a dead sleep resulted in half of Bordeaux being woken from her scream. Musical beds & disturbed sleep for all ensued. After packing, we pack-horsed our way back to the parking station, still too early for people to be up and about, only to find that the parking station machine would not accept our money. Luckily an attendant was able to help - machine should work, but with a shrug of the shoulders he manually overrode the system. His care-factor seemed to be minimal.
We have a long drive ahead of us to reach St Malo, nearly 500km away. Breakfast is at La Rochelle, a delightful seaside town on the Atlantic full of white limestone buildings and surrounded by (another) fortress. Although the weather is clear with blue skies, the wind is bitingly cold. We wander around to stretch our legs before heading onward. Everyone looking forward to having a 5 day base and unpacking. Rose becoming quite excited about the looming approach of Christmas!
St Malo is in the middle of Brittany, on the northern coast of France and very close to the Channel Islands. A large yachting town, we are staying “intra muros” - “inside the walls” of the old town. Another fortress town, largely pedestrian, we are met by our apartment owners who (very volubly) show us all the intricacies of our home for the next week. Our apartment is on the 5th floor overlooking the marina near the main entrance to the town and very comfortable.
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