Île de Ré, Blain, Dinan, Lannion, Saint-Malo, Mont St.-Michel (17.06. - 26.06.19)

We reached Île de Ré via a gigantic, but also correspondingly expensive, bridge. Even on the island itself, the prices didn't really decrease. No wonder, because the beauty of this island attracts many tourists who enjoyed themselves in the many quaint restaurants overlooking the harbor.

However, we preferred to take a walk to the supermarket and sat on a small hill outside of the tourist crowds. We enjoyed coffee and rolls, and then strolled through the flower-decked alleys.

Back at the camper, we grilled and spent a nice evening surrounded by trees and nature.

Our next destination was Blain, where I met my French sister. Since we had a lot to tell each other, the others explored the city while we sat by a canal and chatted.

In the evening, we drove to a lake near Dinan, where we discovered a shipwreck while swimming. Curiously but cautiously, we swam closer. We didn't understand the note attached there, so we climbed in. The boat was tilted and half-filled with water. Everything creaked and we had to be careful not to get any splinters. It was a bit eerie. We looked at the former cabins and also went to the bow of the ship. When we had seen everything, we jumped back into the water and swam back to the shore. It's a shame we couldn't take any photos there, but I still have the images in my mind's eye.

After this little adventure, we continued to Lannion. A beautiful little town with an equally pretty church. You can reach it via a staircase, and the ascent alone is worth it because of the view!

We spent the four days we were there making crêpes, releasing lanterns, stand-up paddling, and going on hikes, and then we arrived at Moulin de Moidrey. Flour is still being ground in this mill, and we also took a few packs with us.

After spending the night in the parking lot between fields, we continued to Saint-Malo and then to Mont St-Michel. The footpath, as well as the shuttles, were completely overcrowded. Whole crowds of people flowed towards the island. When we arrived, it actually got worse rather than better, but that didn't take away my joy as we walked through the winding narrow streets. However, we quickly turned back.

From Mont-Saint Michel, after two stops, we were back home in Germany. It was a strange feeling to read German signs again and be able to understand the radio!