We arrived early this morning in Roscoff, France on the ferry from Plymouth. It was a lovely day, full of sun and cool sea breezes. The tide was out, leaving the boats sitting on the estuary floor. It’s a beautiful, picturesque old fishing village, and the buildings are ship-shape. Perhaps every village on the north Brittany coast will meet this description but it’s our first day so we drink it in.
There is a very unusual 16th century Gothic church just steps from our hotel called Église Notre-Dame de Croaz-Batz, with a steeple that looks more Ottoman to me than Gothic. Like nothing I’ve seen. The street signs are in both French and Breton, so there’s been a lot of history here.
Until our hotel room was available at 3 PM, we explored, and lazed around. Part of it was shaking off the last effects of jet lag and constant travel these past few days. Both Chris and I fell asleep in the sun on a park bench. It seems that our arrival probably increased the appearance of homelessness in Roscoff by some proportion. 😴 After a few zzz’s we both felt better…
Checking in, we got a room with a view of our bikes in the courtyard just out our window. There are a LOT of bikes in town, and many cycle tourists. That is because Roscoff is the beginning point of two major EuroVelo cycle routes, the EV1 and EV4, that cross Europe.
We had dinner of local moules and frites (mussels and French fries), watching the locals drink golden beer and play boule while we sipped a nice bottle of wine and watched the sun set at 10:15pm.
And of course there are cats…Chris finds a friendly one to chat with. The day is complete!
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