Finally getting around to posting some photos from my weekend in Bretagne (Brittany, in English). An excessive amount, and this is just day one! We left for the weekend on Friday evening, five of us piling into a small car and immediately finding ourselves in the bumper to bumper traffic of thousands of Parisiens heading out of the city for the two week school break. Bad timing. We made it to Auray, our hosts home town, after about 5 hours on the road, pretty much went straight to bed, and had a lovely sleep in the next morning (shutters kept my room completely dark - heaven!). At breakfast I had my first taste of Bretagne butter - and let me tell you, it is to die for. It has flecks, no, flakes of local sea salt embedded in it, which is the most fantastic thing. Elevates bread and butter to a whole new level.
Our first stop the next morning was at the 'boat cemetery' close to the small town of Bono, a short drive a way. A short walk through a piney forest was lovely - the scent of trees and dirt a welcome change from the streets of Paris.et crêpes filled with housemade salted butter caramel. Crêpes and galettes (their savoury counterpart) are a specialty of the region and we waited while the vendor made several of the dark buckwheat galettes for us to take home for supper.
Quiberon, a seaside town obviously catering to scores of beachgoing holidayers, with plenty of shops and ferries heading out to the nearby islands. We had a very filling lunch of grosses patates, literally large potatoes - topped with mushrooms, ham, cream, and three types of cheese. If you ran out of cheese and sauce (an accomplishment in itself) no need to worry - a pot of warm cream will be delivered to your table to keep your potato swimming in richness.
On our way back towards Auray, we stopped briefly at a beach where we could see the sails of kiteboarders over the dunes. They were just packing up by the time we made it there, but the view over the water as the sun was setting was well worth the detour. Also a chance to test the water to determine if it was swimmable - consensus? definitely not.
a parc à huîtres - oyster park - where oysters were patiently growing into someone's supper. It wasn't oyster season at the moment though, so we didn't get the chance to try any. They sometimes have problems with people stealing the valuable oysters, so there is always someone close by to keep an eye on visitors.