Off to the wild coast - Rainy Brittany- 9
Off to the wild coast
The delicious breakfast is served the next morning in the large lobby of the hotel.
For today and the next few days, the weather is expected to stabilize a bit. That means it will be mostly dry during the day and the rain will come later in the afternoon. Okay, we can live with that.
First we drive to Lorient [↗], to the old submarine bunkers [↗] of the German Wehrmacht. The buildings are so massive that they have withstood all attempts to destroy them.
After the war, the facilities were used by the French Navy for 50 years. Today, a number of companies have found shelter there. Especially sailing teams with their boats for long-distance regattas have their base here. There is also a museum where you can see a French submarine.
But that wasn't really the reason for our visit. It's supposed to have some nice graffiti here. So we park our car and explore the area. We walk around for quite a while, find this and that motif, but no large-scale graffiti. But before we give up completely, Jürgen wants to drive through the surrounding streets again.
And look, we find them on the back side of one of the buildings we had just passed on our way. The whole area is only accessible via a small dead-end street without any connection to the actual port area.
There are some halls that are in a state of decay, but the inside of the halls have been beautifully sprayed. Since the roof is missing, the graffiti is reflected in large puddles. Great.
Before heading to the Quiberon peninsula, we will first visit Carnac [↗]. This is where most of the menhirs registered in France are located. Menhirs [↗], also known as "Hinkelstein" in Germany, are large blocks of stone that were erected for reasons that are still unknown.
We park much too early because we are not coming from Carnac but from the opposite direction. As soon as we see the fenced stones, we look for a place to stop and park at a riding school. Of course you can walk from here. But you're in the opposite direction to the main attractions and you have a really beautiful, long walk.
By the way, this seems to be a good mushroom forest. In addition to russulas, Freya sees a small curly hen and several other edible mushrooms, all without putting on her "mushroom eye". It's a good thing we don't have accommodation with a kitchen, otherwise Freya would probably have been forgotten for the next few hours.
But now we're hungry, and although it's already 2 p.m., we get a fish rilette and squid with chips in Carnac. Delicious.
Finally we drive to our hotel at the end of the peninsula in Quiberon [↗]. Meanwhile the predicted rain has started. All well timed.
At the hotel we both notice that our stomachs are rebelling and our intestines are offended. Freya chews dry white bread, Jürgen suffers. After an hour we decide to go for a walk by the sea. But Jürgen wants to go back to the hotel soon. We have tea and sliced apples in the room and his spirits slowly return.
It's a pitty, because the Cote Sauvage was one of the main reasons why he wanted to come to Brittany in the first place.
