Vannes is worth it

After only a few megaliths and dolmens in the past few days, yesterday we visited a city again and strolled along the harbor straight into the Centre Ville of Vannes. We had lowered our expectations; after all, it was another medieval city, but then we were thrilled. Here, color was fully embraced, the half-timbered houses were brightly painted, shutters, the typical guild signs in the narrow streets, the gables were decorated, and shop windows were inviting. A blooming park ran along the city wall, offering magnificent views. Last but not least, there was a large, colorful market, and the Bretons gathered for a demonstration. We really liked Vannes.

In Vannes, I read about a festival and the corresponding location was on the way. We were in the mood for music, dance, and people, so we "dropped anchor" in Damgan. What I hadn't read was that it was more like a barrel organ festival and only the Polish big band provided some modern sounds. Well... the weather was summery warm and we walked along the beach. After 2 hours, I was really looking forward to a cool, refreshing cider, and then there was this stupid tidal creek that we couldn't cross. Besides, the water had receded quite a bit and we couldn't go swimming either. Ebb and flow - we haven't quite figured it out yet! In the morning, we fascinatedly watched as the French flocked into the mudflats to hack mussels off the rocks. It is strictly regulated with signs how many of each type a person is allowed to collect. However, nobody actually checks it. Too bad we don't like them.