Rackern mit Knackern!

So today it was their turn, the Bretons, and the traveling One is quite excited, one might think, because he took longer to get to his dwelling today than he had planned.

And in addition, he was in the right place at the right time twice today.

So the smelly creature waddles along the coast and spots some strange sailing ships, which darted along the sand quite quickly and in a group!

'Great!', thinks the BOSAMO and drags his ass to the beach, letting it hit the ground hard, so that some small fish fall out for the sharks around the corner, and watches the lively activity in front of his dull eyes with satisfaction, makes himself even more comfortable, stretches his legs out and enjoys the sun shining on his pale, alabaster skin that has been tanned by many hours of WOW gameplay.

An old geezer and his caregiver also reach the beach, just behind the Gaijin, and a little discussion begins, because the caregiver says he can't go any further on the beach, as it is rough gravel and downhill.

There was not much talking, because the old man simply started forward and the lady was left with only a plea to the sky, because the old man really threatened to distribute his bones in the muck.

In any case, he got his way and was brought to the beach by two people, took a little stroll, while I was waiting for them, and was then pushed up the rocky slope again.

A nice, old ruin further on, there was a point from which you could see Brest across the sea.

Off we go there, because that was supposed to give some nice pictures, and the Gaijin is obliged to his highly esteemed, beloved readership for the finest goods.

Packed with people!

Only today the smelly creature mixed, for once, among the people and found that no one was interested in Brest at all!

No one looked that way!

So I took my pictures, was about to sneak away and was about to move towards Berta, when I finally spotted what caused the commotion:

A submarine passed by!

The Gaijin thinks you can only observe something like this in Austria, at most at Lake Neusiedl, maybe even at Gänsehäufel!

Oh, the French and their signs:

If there's nothing funny on it, then they make the signs funny themselves!

P.S.: I'm sure my mistakes are funny too!