Dinan

So from Barnanez we turned about and drove the 96 miles to Dinan, certainly our longest day of driving apart from the run to Amsterdam for refrigerator repair. At Dinan we parked at the aire at the Port--actually just the river now--and then did the uphill hike to see the beautiful Medieval city. Lots of half-timbered, as you might expect. It was a very good day, however, exploring the upper city and then dining at a restaurant on the river.

The port and the Gothic bridge

OK, the next 20 or so pix will be of the half-timbered buildings
all over Dinan...with a street scene or two

Dress-up

View from the ramparts: our camper is on the right, shaded; a
tour boat glides by

In the square, a band and a 2-year-old

Vicki has just given her a coin to put in the hat (Mama helped)
and she is clapping...

Amazingly, by 7PM all the tour buses leave, and it's a seeming
ghost town

Except down on the port, where everyone seems to eat and
promenade

And admire more interesting houses