We arrive in Rennes. The apartment owner, an IT guy for public television there, meets us, gives us the key and we crash. Train travel just seems to tire us much. We barely have enough energy to go to the local Carrefour to buy some essentials (directions given by the sweetest old lady carrying a bag of groceries). Wish I could have photographed her. Her smile just illuminated an otherwise plain face that has not weathered the passing years well. Her bent over body by the weight of the bundle and the crushing force of years on her shoulder generously stopped to guide us. A good omen.
We sleep. We wake. After almost four weeks in Paris (with some side trips) it is kind of odd to be in another city. The day is beautiful and there is just no excuse not to go off and explore.
There is a park right next to us and it seems to be an oasis, a place of peace. It is. As soon as I enter I notice this wall of climbing roses that is really beautiful. I’m liking this Parc Hamelin Oberthür quite a bit. Would you believe this is their community center? One heck of a building I direct my attention to a game that is being played and that I absolutely have never seen before. Just blocks of wood involved here. Does anyone know what it is? I didn’t want to interrupt the players and ask. Now I am regretting not doing so.
I should have warned you but I have acquired a new obsession which is blue doors. So you will see a lot of them. Please just resign yourself to it. 🙂 This town, as many others, has a Rue de Paris – where we currently reside. Something like Main Street in the United States or 10th Street (my GPS could always find one in every city and state.) I wonder how Daisy (my GPS has a name) is doing. This one caught my attention because it is blue but primarily because the graffiti turned into little hearts. I warned you, so here is another blue door along with windows to match. I cross the street to photograph a garden by it. That balcony up there seems just perfect to have some cheese, a baguette and wine at. This single family home stands out. The front gate made of iron and flanked by beautiful yellow roses, my mom’s favorite. So toughtful of this town to place another sign so that I won’t get lost. This one is so French and almost Parisian in its white and black design. Another beautiful home. This is also a standard in France. Rent-a-bikes. First half hour is free and then you pay a nominal fee. Wish I knew how to ride. I can hear you snickering… please stop. I have a balance problem that never allowed me to learn. Really.
And of course the sky is as blue as it gets. We walk on and it makes me laugh to see this signage. I thought Los Angeles parking signs were complicated! We enter the street and it turns out to be such a wonderful surprise.
But first, another blue door. The little cobblestone street we are on is super narrow and it’s not pedestrian only so it becomes a tango dance between cars, scooter, people, and café signs. All careful to not kick each other in a misstep. In fact, Dean needs to move this sign, as we sit in our chosen bistro, so that this car could go through. The meal is fantastic. I have a salmon salad and a fried fish. Just ultra yummy. No guilt, for by now I have lost any feeble attempt I may have made on this trip of continuing to keep a healthy, low-caloric diet. Once well fed we carry on to discover some more. And discover we do. A little festival of sorts where farm animals and their babies are brought so that children and adults can see them. Also there are fresh, organic, farm offerings of eggs, meats, jams, and breads as well as crepes and sorbets, but we have eaten so we pass by rapidly.
This little piggy went to market…. Remember the children’s rhyme done on their toes?
These are La Limousine cows. Original from Limousin and not the ones you can ride on. 🙂
These are examples of La Blonde D’Aquitaine.
We enter an ice cream place that is all natural. Sounds good. And oh my gosh, was it!!! Probably the best I’ve had on this trip. I am loving the view of the plaza as well. On home we go. As we walk a little balloon is floating in the air. We turn into children and play volleyball with it for a while. Can’t show you photos because I was way too busy having fun! This square signals that our street is not so far away.