Tomorrow we head home for a week before we leave for the States (and I go to BlogHer). It will be a frenzy of laundry and weeding and re-packing and all that, but at least we have a busy and fun summer, which – except for last year – has not been the case.
I wanted to share one last Breton tourist site, and that is St Malo. A few of you mentioned it in the comments on Dinard, so the subject seems especially relevant. St Malo (pronounced Sahn Mah-lo) is a walled city that was built in the Middle Ages, and has a convoluted history, which includes piracy. It was even an independent country at one time. Now it’s all about tourism.
Let’s take an outside look at the walls.
And now a peek from the inside.
You’ve got your old parts
and you’ve got your new.
Actually, St Malo was almost completely destroyed in the Second World War, and the architect my mother-in-law worked for was the one who rebuilt the façade.
There are tons of places to shop
and tons of places to eat.
There is indoor entertainment
and outdoor entertainment …
outdoor seating in all kinds of weather.
You find your share of tourist attractions
and galettes (salty crêpes) (recipe here)
and personalized bowls with a Breton design.
Like every other city in France, it has its own Town Hall. Careful – a Hotel de Ville is not a place to stay, but rather a Town Hall, called the “Mairie” in French. Its elegance is in direct proportion to the wealth of the city, I might add.
Matthieu and I get, like, one date a year and it’s usually in St Malo.
We eat out
(this year we chose a salon de thé, which had a small dinner menu but a cozy setting).
We climb the walls and direct our eyes as far as they can see.
We breathe in the history.
We feel the wind on our faces and make each other laugh.
And we watch the sun set. I’d follow this guy anywhere.
It’s no wonder I love St Malo.
And I wouldn’t be surprised if you did too.