France, Dinan – France, Saint-Little – France, Mont-Saint-Michel: here and the sea, Laman!
Accidentally drove into the town of Dinan, who someone else recommended somewhere as one of the oldest in France. The city found an ancient fortress, which is not remarkable from the outside (if you, of course, have already seen ancient fortress).
Accidentally drove into the town of Dinan, who someone else recommended somewhere as one of the oldest in France. The city found an ancient fortress, which is not remarkable from the outside (if you, of course, have already seen ancient fortress).
Fachwear-houses with carved figures, all the same streets, opening restaurants in the morning, sticking out the spiers of old buildings. Everything as in other towns.
Houses here and really look old, many glanced, although they keep somehow. There are few people on the streets, which is also characteristic of those towns in which we have already managed to visit.
The main attraction of Dinan, we decided to call the view from the bridge through which they went into it. Although, in fact, this is not Dynan at all, but Lanvalle, but who is what business))
Hello, Laman! So the sea coast got. It began for us from the city of Saint-Little, the central historical part of which is surrounded by the walls of a well-fortified fort. Looking at the sea and sunburning people, it may seem that there is warm and in general. Not there was something! No wonder all these sunbursts were bored by the wall – she protects them from strong cold wind. In contrast, we, climbing on the wall, hit everything that we had, and I also dragged the hood.
When blowing – cold, ceases – heat.
That’s how the coast looks like. Behind the wall on the right hides a multi-kilometer beach, the end of which is from here and not visible even.
Scary dream of Sheboldasika – Midi. Terrible because it seemed to her that they are terribly nasty, but it is still necessary to try. Yes, it is necessary and that’s it! Like caterpillars in Mexico and grasshoppers in Cambodia;) For lunch, they ordered a portion of boiled in some onion broth. Turned out to be not so nasty, even delicious some. Ambiguous sensations. Something from the category "Yes, everything is delicious, but I will not order more".
I committed and went to the mussels and went to another place, Mont-Saint-Michel abbey. It stands out among others, which is located on the edak island, which is washed from all sides by sea waters. Leads to him a long track, on which tourists and are invited to get. It turned out that it was not the island at all, but just a hormick-hill on the coast, which comes over, apparently, only during the tides. But the track turned out to be really long – from the nearest parking, where we left the car, fed about an hour.
All this space, where people are now (right), in the evening will be covered with water.
On the "island", which once began with one religious building, everything is already built up, even individual streets have. All for tourists: hotel (or not even one), eroenni and souvenir benches.
An interesting view opens when you get up higher. From here it can be seen that the tide is already beginning – huge spaces are literally in front of becoming caught.
There are kindergartens in the abbey of the abbey, a bunch of various kinds of premises – there is where to walk. Include here, of course, paid. Like Parkovka. Even a toilet paid (only one found) that it seems unusual.

Tourists are full, but we are already accustomed to the crowds. Abbey reminded Syrian castles with something, but there we often were the only visitors. Here it is curious to watch people. In my opinion, nothing sharply changes the expression of a person as shooting "Selfie". Every third with a special stick and telephone. On this topic, even signs have already seen somewhere – a crossed self-stick stick. They say here with such it is impossible. Somewhere in Paris was the case.
Than not krak de cheval? Brutally, seriously, minimum of the sizes. Although, by itself such a ceiling – already a work of art. Do not believe? Try it from the stones to make. It is already clear that cement was used, but we were used in Syria and Turkey, where the whole design of the stones kept exclusively due to their weight.
Probably, someone here constantly lives and every day watching about such a picture. Would like that?
Left – souvenirs and food, right – admire architecture.
I knew that he exists! Huenville!
When they prepared a trip, She found a house in a village, which could be removed entirely at the hotel room. And even cheaper. Of course we were not kept! At least spend the night in the French outback – when you still have the opportunity?
The house was simply amazing cozy. Two floors comfort;) especially after yesterday’s room at the hotel, which is a little more bed and a dirty scary apartment in the tour. That’s just cold – on the street just +15 at night, and the heating is turned off here.
