carnac
The extraordinary alignments of megalithic stones at Carnac are not very far from us here, and we duly visited. The rough guide to Brittany has thus far been invaluable, and its suggestions fitted well with our needs. Thus, when the guide says; don’t bother with the museum, it’s dry as dust, very academic and unless you want to drool over endless display cases full of axe heads avoid it. As it happened, the museum was closed, so we were spared the agony of choice.
Depredation by soil erosion is a serious problem around the stones, and so access is severely limited as they are trying to get the grass to regrow. We were able to stomp around one set of stones, but the really large monoliths were inaccessible.
We’ve done well with street eating, the inevitable jambon/fromage baguette is always good, but we’ve also found anchovy pizza, and, on our journey down, we found an incredible apple tart; we went into a boulangerie to pick up a loaf of bread, and on the counter was an enormous brown thing, the size of a generous York stone paving slab. Our curiosity was piqued, and we had to buy a chunk, it turned out to be a sticky and delicious tart, lumps of apple and crème patissier sandwiched in a gloopy envelope, with a buttery and crispy pastry under it all. Just as well we’d bought it, as we had failed to buy food on the way down, and our cottage offered only powdered milk, a slightly dodgy bottle of wine and Tesco economy gravy granules.
The cottage is terrific, although the fitting out is unfortunate, our landlords seem to have an obsession with chairs; although advertised for two persons, in the upstairs room we have seating for ten, excluding the bed, and in the downstairs we can accommodate thirteen. There are also a great many cutesy Breton gnomes leering at one from the kitchen shelving, we have already cremated one, and plan to experiment with Viking funerals on the millstream when the rain eases off, although whether our ever-present canine companions will permit this blameless activity remains to be seen. Simple log collecting for the woodburning stove has become more than somewhat complicated with competitive stick play added into the equation, just as well that a stick hurled into the mill stream will take the dog away for those few minutes necessary.
Pictures of viking funeral, carnac etc to follow.
posted by Lampy @ 4/01/2006 09:06:00 pm
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