First we took care of some business and found a laundromat. Kirsten did some amazing, in-laundromat, quick changing so she could wash the pants she was wearing. Afterwards we found a hotel that would take our bags and store them for us, even though France has a security policy that prohibits baggage storage. The girl working at the hotel was British. She may not have been familiar with the policy.
St. Malo has a section of town surrounded by the old city walls. We found a bakery and bought baguettes to eat on top of the walls.
From the walls, there are views out to small surrounding islands and fortresses. The little islandy-formation in the background behind Kirsten was closed to the public because a film crew was working there.
This is a fortress off the coast of St. Malo.
We hiked down to the beach and investigated the fortress. This is the view facing away from the fortress.
This is a street sign in St. Malo. I would love to know how it was named. I hope there was really a dancing cat involved.
Oh, and we ate these yummy pastries in St. Malo too.
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Is—could it be—is that pastry a kouign amann?? There's one place in Salt Lake that sells them, and they are totally addictive, but I've always wondered how they compare to the real thing.
Now I want a kouign amann.
Yes! I was trying to remember the name and I couldn't. Ours were quite good. Mine was apple filled and Kirsten's was plain with nutella.
Les Madeleines only makes them one way—unfilled—but now I have an overpowering urge to buy a ticket to Brittany and just GO TO TOWN on some delicious kouign amanns. Or whatever the plural is. I don't speak Breton.
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