We had visited St. Malo at least twice before, in 1989 with Rebecca and Rachel, for a walk on the beach, and then again in 2009, just passing through, stopping overnight at a marina
aire. Vicki read
All The Light We Cannot See this summer, and she wanted to spend a little more time in St. Malo. So we drove up from Dinan and spent most of the day there, doing what tourists do in St. Malo: viewing the ramparts, walking the ramparts, walking out to the tidal isalnd Grand Be, viewing the beautiful bay and its many islands, shopping, and, of course, eating. Old St. Malo was pretty much destroyed in WWII but rebuilt completely and faithfully in the succeeding decade. One has to look very hard for evidence of the artillery and naval bombardments it suffered.
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| Marina view |
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| Truly a walled city, the "city of the corsairs," of old |
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| The tidal island Grand Be |
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| Bay view from Grand Be |
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| Ditto |
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| St. Malo from Grand Be |
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| Ditto |
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| Ditto again |
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Rebecca, Rachel, and I walked out onto the tidal flats in front
of those buildings, in 1989 |
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| Thus, collecting shells |
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| Ramparts closer-up |
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| Low tide view of Grand Be |
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| Up on the ramparts |
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| Ditto, ditto |
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| Islands in the bay, with Cape Frehal beyond |
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| Street scene |
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| Old buildings |
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| Thus |
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| Not so old markets |
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| Street scene |
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Ditto, restaurants as far as the eye can see; even for France,
St. Malo has a lot of restaurants |
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| Ditto |
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Ditto again; I had had plenty of seafood in recent days, so we
had galettes for lunch |
1 comment:
Oh, another of our favorite places! I will have to read the book now. The wind was blowing so hard the last time we were there that I worried I would lose the camera. We bought a sandwich called the "American" at a little shop in town. We wondered what made it American. It had sliced boiled eggs on it. Don't think I have ever eaten a sandwich in the USA with sliced boiled eggs on it. Can't imagine why they thought it was American.
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