Edward Albee died today aged 88. I had no idea he was still alive. Apart from the brilliant Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf, he also wrote a really bad adaptation of Lolita…as well as lots of other plays.
So today we said goodbye to Locquirec and hit the road back to St Malo. The day was grey and the temperature had dropped, perfect for a two hour drive. At least it would have been two hours had there not been some sort of accident on the motorway.
According to Linda there was an accident up ahead but by the time we reached it, everything had been cleared away. This is always a bit annoying. It’s like waiting in a queue for a few hours only to discover it was for something you didn’t want.
We arrived at St Malo station at the scheduled time and I dropped the car key off to a very jolly chap before standing at the taxi rank for a bit. This had to be the first time there has been no cabs at St Malo station.
We caught the bus instead which was quicker and cost considerably less…though it did mean being squished between French teenagers off to the beach. Actually, the bus cost €2.60 which just happened to be the exact amount of change I had in my pocket. Fate? More like blind chance…after all it’s never happened before.
We dumped out bags at the hotel then headed for the Unicorn for a couple of late lunchtime galettes. (Unlike Roscoff the restaurants in St Malo serve food all day.)
The food was lovely though we managed to get the useless waitress again. Mind you, I preferred her to the one who sounded like a pixie.
After lunch we headed back to the hotel for a bit of a rest which included Mirinda listening to Dr Guy and his videos on how to write a dissertation.
Eventually we went for a walk, discovering more of St Malo’s secret corners. Winding up down at the beach watching a couple of expert kite flyers. You can almost see them in the photograph below. They are the black dots on the left.
We sat at a cafe for a pre-dinner drink before heading for a restaurant for tea. Mirinda had to have her moules frites so we sat in a little booth and enjoyed a final French dinner. Oddly, the place opposite had more blackboards than one feels was absolutely necessary.
After dinner and on our roundabout walk back to the hotel we discovered that the roof of the fish market is supported by lots of wooden fish.
Our last night in St Malo. Sad but necessary I’m afraid.
Home tomorrow.
I am sad for me as well as I enjoyed all the pictures as well as the storys never mind always a nother time. Yes to many boards why don’t they just put the menu out and be done with it, I wondered what that picture was of FISH no less really weird. as I write this I am texing you at the same time you are waiting for the ferry now that’s weird,
Love mum xxxxx
PS Did you sit at the outside table and chairs the garden xxxx