breakfast in france = always good.
afterwards you have a long walk uphill to get back to the car. i suppose that’s the only way to work off the french kilos!
which is none other than st. malo. while it’s very famous for it’s walled port city… you know it because you met a breton from there who is very proud of his region, so there is no way you won’t know where st. malo is after meeting him. plus there is a great yogurt company here called st. malo. and they have some of the best retro packaging ever – look for it next time you’re in a yogurt aisle in france.
and you return to the house, where the fireplace is lit because it’s cold (and it’s may! not possible, ever, in texas to have a fireplace lit in may) and a chicken is roasted and wine is poured and dinner is served.
you chat. joke. laugh. tell stories. fall asleep. and dream about your last sunday in france.