A Day Off to Sarzeau and Cote du Crouesty

It was good to have some time out, even if it was to moan and groan on the blog. Thanks for listening:)

Well, we were due a day off, and we decided to take it, as Ray would be in the bathroom installing tile and the hand basin et al. We didn't all need to be in the small apartment at once, and Waz and I  desperately needed some time out. My body is very sore! and Waz is exhausted. All the most physical things fall to him to complete, and he has been a Trojan in erecting the ceiling boards, not to mention doing all the electrics! aiee!!! Good thing he knows how to do it, because Ernie (host) cant get the French Electrician to attend to the task, for love or money.

So, where did we go, this glorious day?

Sarzeau was on the cards, because it is on the coast (we thought) south of Vannes. It was so delightful driving through the countryside....

Most of the animal feed Maize has been harvested and we are now seeing large portions of the countryside as bare dirt. Within a couple of days, that will also turn to green again, as grass is sewn and appears, or other winter feed crops come through. We have had rain at night and the days have been lovely and warm out of the wind. This has encouraged growth, no doubt.


Fabulous country roads! No traffic, or very little...mostly a farmer on a large tractor, will be encountered. We sometimes have to follow slowly until we get a designated space to pass. You can see these white painted houses for miles, in the distance. Them and the steeple of a church, tell you there is either a Hamlet or a town very nearby. It is rare to travel for more than 6kms without coming to some buildings or a Hamlet/town.

 

Again, we wanted to go to Malestroit, as we really hadn't gone into the old town, always driving through on the way somewhere else.

As the Nantes/Brest canal goes through the edge of town, we are rather drawn to this lovely one thousand year old town. 987 was the year of it's founding, according to the record books.

The old town has at it's center, the church of St-Gilles, built in the 11th century and rebuilt or added to in the 12th, 15th and 16th centuries. This is pretty common in most places!

 

We stopped at the bridge over the Canal, where this Taxi Bateau sits waiting for passengers, no doubt. It adds a little local color.

 

 

We parked in a very skinny side street, wondering if we might get sideswiped by other cars, but we were in a designated parking spot, so left the car without a backward glance.
Waz is walking purposefully towards the town square, or Centre Ville.

 It was almost lunch time and we decided to take a turn around the old village before stopping back in the town square for some food.

 The church in the middle of the Centre Ville has been added to and changes in various places and we can see this by the difference in the stone and rock used.

 On one side there is a Well, ...the hook....with this head attached to the old wall. Curious!

 

Malestroit is like so many fortified towns with their timbered houses...usually half timbered...with quirky embellishments. Some have a distinct sense of humor.

 

 

Hollyhocks are everywhere this summer. Some of them are gorgeous. This one looks a little lonely!

 This 19th century house is predictable in it's treatment of windows. It has a walled garden, which I rather covet!

 Obviously this door hasn't been used for a while. Love the plants growing through the cracks...and the moss. There were some lovely Begonia in planters in town. You can just see one on the far right!

 Matelstroit is a Mill town. This is the Oust River, at the confluence of that and the Nantes/Brest canal.

Right next door was a lovely park where people walked their young children and dogs. This man found it a place of inspiration to play music.

Like I said, someone had a sense of humor when they built this!

 The confluence of the River Oust and the Canal.

 

Look at the two little birds on the tippy top of the roof! They are decorative only. I love the contrast of the grey walls and the red creeping vine, on this house.

As I said earlier, lots of begonias in boxes, throughout the town. this lovely box is on a bridge near the newer residential area of the town.

I don't know the name of this vine, but it is very strong and covers everything in some places.

One of the large mills is on the right. It is defunct now, of course, but it is right on the river, and very decorative.

 Yes, they do get floods here. 2001 saw the Oust river  flood to about 5ft up this side of this building. THat would be about 12 feet above normal.

Barges on the Nantes/Brest canal, opposite the lovely park with it's huge conifer trees.

We walked along the canal tow path to the end of the town, and the Lock. Nothing was coming through today. These barges are moored.

Interesting wooden decoration on the corner of a home in the old town.

 

As we were only stopping off in Malestroit on the way to Sarzeau on the coast, we stayed more than a little longer than anticipated. It was so good to take the time out to just BE. Something we  desperately needed, after out push to get the apartment finished for our host.

 

Sarzeau didn't do much for us and so we didn't stay. I do have some photos, but didn't want to post any here. We did, however stop long enough to buy two pastries from a Patisserie. We bought a Bab au Rhum for waz...this came with a  little ampoule of Rum to squirt on the cake, and I bought a Foret noir...Black forest cake. Here we are sitting in the car outside the Visitor's center eating these cakers that really need a plate and fork to be decent. Someone parked in front of us, facing us, and watched while we made pigs of ourselves....and Waz got cream all over his front, lol. Fun! We needed to wash up afterwards! They were superb, by the way:)

Onwards we went to find water. This is the Port de Crouesty, on the south coast. I had to add the Porche just for fun! On our way back this way, an older fellow got into the car and took off somewhat slowly...I was a little disappointed that a boy toy wasn't in the car!:(

 

The Port and Marina were one of the largest we have seen anywhere. We walked almost end to end here and it took forever.

This rescue boat, is for at sea salvage. This is the Atlantic, we are talking about here!!!!

There is the Atlantic out there at the entry to the port...or the exit, depending which way you are going of course:)  HUGE number of sail boats, and not so many motor yachts. Those we did sea were all European made...even one we could have sworn was a Sea Ray (US brand) but turned out to be a Jeannau, French brand.

Of course the port and marina are playgrounds for the summer tourists. The port is lines with condos, many of which are now for sale, this being the off season,. We are so glad we are here at this time of year. I can imagine it is a zoo, in these parts. It was cool, and so we rugged up. Autumn (Fall) weather is definitely here.

On our way out, first thing, we had stopped at our favorite tabac/Bar/ book/magazine store for a Grand Crème. Remember, this is a double shot of espresso with a little hot milk added. It is divine! seriously!:) So, while waiting to be served, we found a couple of English newspapers, and then later in the day we visited a SuperU and bought a children's exercise book to aid our language retention. We also brought back some real estate books...of course:)

 

And another day down. Our last work day tomorrow (Saturday). I am a day late posting this. Today being sunday, I will have to get up and post our long day's trip...or maybe not. We are off to St Nazaire, in the morning....early! I also have some finished photos to show you from the apartment. Ernie came to get us as we returned, this evening. He has worked his butt off all day to restore the apartment to normal. MOre in the next couple of days. Ciao, and good night. Bon Nuit!

 

So There You Have IT!

IT being that I have no desire to do anything today. I guess you could say that I have HIT THE WALL! with a few expletives thrown in for good measure, but because this is a FAMILY Blog, I will not include them for any reason!

I just didn't want to get out of bed this morning. It isn't like the bed is comfy or anything. In fact, it is anything but. The mattress AND base are both coming apart at the seams, and I have had to stuff old pillows (the first ones we were given, in fact) under my side of the mattress to stop me falling out of bed when I roll over. At least it makes this double bed somewhat flat.:)

So, the tea has been made and it is rapidly getting cold. Waz is sitting at the dining table in his Jammies without a sweater. The weather has suddenly turned much colder in the mornings, and the wind has a real bite to it. We put more wood on the fire before going to bed, last night, in the vain hope that it would still be going in the morning. Such luck didn't come our way!

At 7.15 I rose and sat on the sofa which is actually a double sofa bed in disguise, and we all know how comfortable THOSE are to sit on, don't we? Like sitting on a board! So, with a cushion on my lap for some semblance of warmth, a sweater on and a cup of cooling tea in hand, I contemplated the day. The sun was shining, which was a good start. Getting dressed after the last drops of tea had been absorbed....I am always dehydrates first thing....meant taking clothes off, in order to put others on...so do it quickly! We welcome the cold...well, the cool, perhaps...knowing we are returning to heat in Brunswick in the not too distant future.

Today was supposed to be a work day, and Waz is out there doing his thang....I refuse to be in the work space with so many machines going, today. Ray is up there installing the new radiators, so he has concrete drills and other things going on. The wall he is doing the installation on has not had a final coat of paint...bah! but too bad!

I came into the Medieval Dining Room (aka the Computer room to us) to contact my youngest who is currently unemployed...has been for a while...and a source of some anxiety for me, being on the other side of the world. After chatting to him. and getting him to phone my Mom, as it is her birthday today..87!!! Happy Birthday Mum!, I had a chat with my sister on IM on FB because she is asleep right now, so it was a bit one sided....but I answered her mail, in which she told me she is ill....and being a Teacher, this is the beginning of the school year and it is hardly surprising she brought the lurgy home with her. Her Hubby has had it too! Bah!


Oh, somewhere in there I put a load of laundry on, which is in the next room or corridor. The instructions are all in French, of course, so I know which button to press on the washer, but Waz usually turns the dryer on for some strange reason, and I needed to go and find him and admit that I had pressed ALL the buttons on the drier and nothing happened, and which button SHOULD I press....ok..all sorted. Done and dusted. Dryer is whirring away as I write.

It has just occurred to me, while sitting here , that my feet have actually frozen solid. I am wrapped up in a fleece blanket, but I have sandals on..duh! I hear you say! :) Yes, exactly! I didn't wrap the feet also! Perhaps I will pause here, to do so.

Of the two cats that reside at the Chateau, whitey or Darius, as he is normally known, comes around for love...well, I think that is what he comes around for. It might be for the possibility of food...he IS a cat, after all, but I like to think it is because he gets affections.

His little collar bell tinkles away at the door and we know we have our feline visitor.

He is very photogenic, don't you think? He made himself quite at home in the window...this being a Pierre or stone house (the Manoir, that is) the walls are about 2 feet thick, and therefore makes a wonderful window ledge for sitting on...or placing a vase of flowers on, which is on the other window sill:)

Now, I want to tell you about the food we ate yesterday....it is not, however accompanied by a photograph. This is a major oversight on my part, you would rightly think. I will do my best to describe it for you.

We had gone into Guer (ger, not grrrr) to find our Architect friend Pierre Le Blanc, who is a friend of Ernie, our host, who also knows his Mom and Dad and all the aunts and uncles too, it appears...I digress....

We knocked on the door of Monsieur Le Blanc, who graciously let us enter. His English is moderately good, even though he begged poor...and we managed to have a conversation that ended with him speaking English and me speaking French..hahahaha! what a joke!

Anyway...after that encounter, where we made an appointment to visit with him next week, Monday at 2pm...I will remember it if I write it down!!!....French like to make appointments! Not so much this casual 'drop in and see you ' kind of appointment!

Yes, after that encounter, we ambled back to the car and I spied the Patisserie where we had enjoyed a morning café crème...well, I tell a lie...we didn't enjoy the café, so much as the pastry.

We ordered a Café crème, which was fine, but the crème was not hot milk because they didn't have a presse. Just a domestic coffee thang. The pastry I ordered that day was a Millefeuille for Waz, who had not had a proper one. In English it is called a Napolean, which is rubbish, because Napolean had nothing to do with it. He was deeply satisfied with my choice for him, while I chose an Opera. The latter has a café crème ganash between thin layers of spongecake that looks like it has been put under a rolling pin...it may well have been! but...it had chocolate on top, which was most important, you understand!

Now, I get to the REAL story of he pastry. Yesterday, we returned for another pastry to take home to have with the beverage of our choice.

I chose a Rocher. You know those chocolates you can get in the supermarket call Rocher>?? the ones that look like little bombs, covered in chocolate with nuts?? Well, this was a LARGE one. Yes, about the size of a small tennis ball (bomb), with a flat bottom to hold it steady. It was a delightful and delicious and very mooooorish hazelnut ganash filled bomb covered in dark chocolate with nuts enclosed. I love the way the French say this...Enrobed en Chocolat noir! Makes it even more sexy. I'm not sure that eating it is sexy at all, as we got a lot of it all over our faces and had to eat it with a fork, and made distinct animal feeding noises while savoring every mouthful....got the picture??
Oh! and I also bought a passionfruit slice of goodness but it had nothing of the same delight in the mouth that the Rocher had. Too bad! But C'est la Vie, as they say here. That is life!

I also purchased at the same patisserie, because it was right there under my nose as I parted with the very few euros for the pastries....a pain viennoise. This is like a baguette, only made with brioche dough and with dark chocolate incorporated into the dough. It is very yummy! I can tell you that much. I did need to be able to enclose it in the bag, so we had to sample it first:) yeah riiiight!

You might think we would be putting on copious weight, through all this sampling of the local wares, but we have both, in fact lost about 5lbs a piece! It is all the hard work, and the fact that the pastries do not have as much sugar...well, ALL the food doesn't have all the sugar that American food has in it. That is our excuse and we are sticking to it.


Now, you might have been wondering why we need to go and see an Architecte (yes, the French has an e at the end) ???? Well, when we were walking around the lake at Carentoir the other day...remember I posted a photo of this house??? Well, it appears that it is the house that our Architect friend designed and built for his parents! woohoo! Of course Ernie, our host, knows these folks...didn't I already say that??

So, we were anxious to find out what building such a lovely thing would cost, in these parts. Apparently the parents paid about 80k euros for the land...1 1/2 acres on the lake (well, there is public land in front, but not much) and the house, 230 sm of it, cost around 380k euros to build, without the landscaping.

We were delighted to find these photos of the house in his window! The back side of which we couldn't see from the lakeside. We were also delighted to know that the house is Geothermally heated. They drilled a large hole and the rest is heat! whoohoo! This is very exciting to us, as we would like to be able to do the same thing.

I don't know that there is any more land on that particular lake, but we sure would love that outlook.

Do we want to come and live here??? Perhaps. We talk about living in all kinds of places, and being spoiled for choice, in our lives, we will just have to wait and see. Ernie suggested we pray over it, but we are action people and I think we will just write some lists of pros and cons and go with our guts and the economics of the whole thing, which usually informs our decisions. It should, shouldn't it?

Well, my feet have fallen off, and my fingers are threatening to do the same. It is also lunch time and I can hear the birds singing, so it must be warm enough outside to encourage such a thing.

Ciao for now. I might go and do some painting if the noise makers have gone.

A Home Day. Too Tired to Tour.

We have been working 30 hours per week to get this apartment finished for our hosts, but it is too much. We were supposed to do only 24 hrs, per week, which is three full days. We have been doing four days, and taking only three days off. We are consequently very tired.

We slept in this morning, not getting up until 9am, and enjoying scramble with a croissant around 10am. Two cups of tea, the second one enjoyed sitting outside in the sunshine.

Waz did the Daily Mail (UK) Crossword and Sudoku sitting outside our accommodation in the Manoir.

We were supposed to go to a Fete at Quelneuc, about 5 kms from here, today, being Patrimonie Day in France. We never made it! Too tired to go anywhere other than lunch at le Pre Gallo, as recommended by our hosts.
As we pulled into the parking lot, we spied these two Zeus motorcycles. WOW! is about all we could say. French made, 2000CC and 16 valve machines. The sidecar carries two people...although slim people, as Waz said.

That is an Austin Healey to the left. Quite a lot of eye candy, today:)

Yes, there was a red one too, but not nearly as flashy as this yellow one:) I love that you can put a trailer on the back of these!...and plenty of trunk space too!

We opted to sit in the shade ...you can just see Waz's arm to the left. It is such a pretty outlook at the Etang (small lake) in Carentoir, just 4 kms up the road from the Chateau.

Apparently we could have boated around the little lake out front! well, maybe, lol.

The food was excellent. Waz chose the Duck breast slices with sauce of red seasonal fruit. He said it was a bit chewier than he expected, but the flavor was excellent.

Rarely do I choose a steak, in a restaurant, but today I chose the Entrecote with Bernaise sauce. The sauce was superb, with plenty of fresh Taragon. There was no rush with service, and we had to wait a long time for Waz's glass of Sauvignon blanc, and carafe of water. They did bring a basket of Pain Ancienne, which was a dry argument, as Waz said...nothing to wash it down with!

We went just for the Dejeurner, no entrée, and a single Café Crème to finish. Here he is pouring the hot steamed milk into his espresso. We always get a petite Galette (little biscuit) with the café.

Afterwards, we went in search of the second lake in Carentoir. We knew there was one, but hadn't found it to date.
Such a pretty place, and we decide to have a post lunch walk of about a 1 km, to walk right around it.

 I love all the huge Weeping Willow in this area.

 You can see the Liquidambar just starting to turn color. Fall is indeed here. The morning temperatures certainly tell us that. We don't go far without a coat.

I love the conical shape of these Hydrangeas...they make such a change from the round blue and pink and purple 'normal' ones.

Of course we are always looking at Real Estate. We loved this modern home. They are few and far between, but apparently there is a new wave of contemporary homes being built everywhere. This property would suit us both.

And of course, there is nothing to beat the happy face of a Sunflower!

We are sitting in the Medieval Dining Room, listening on our computers to the Rugby World Cup radio commentary of the New Zealand All Blacks game against Argentina. This is a fabulous game, so far, with Argentina ahead by 4 points at this stage! It is 10 after 7pm and we don't want to go back to our place for dinner:) Gripping stuff.
As I finish this, NZ has just scored a try to get ahead by one point. We will adjourn for dinner and hope there is a positive opening game for NZ. Argentina are to be congratulated for their opening. Dan Carter has just converted the try, and we are 19 kiwis, 16, Argentina.

P.S. The All Blacks dominated the game in the end with a score of 26/16, Argentina. The Argentinians can be very proud of the way they fought the World Champs on this Pool game and the first for both teams. Well done.

Adieu!

Rain Doesnt Keep Us Away! On the way to Quiberon.

No, Rain doesn't stop us going out and doing what we have to....Travel! After enjoying two solid weeks of sunshine, since our arrival, I guess we had to expect a change at some stage. This is the middle of September, after all.



Sorry about the wire fence, but this is the Chateau near the small town of Chateauneuf
that we had missed last time we went that way down the country roads.. The Chapel belonging to the estate is below. We seriously went looking for the Chateau this time out, and we are glad we found it. I could have jumped the ditch, like Waz did, to take photos without the wire, but it was wet!

 This is the wall that is miles long (or Kms), and most of it looks like it will fall down if you blow on it! It goes ALL the way around the Chateau estate. Quite fantastic when you see it from the air.

We were on our way, by way of several other places, as we are apt to do, to Quiberon. First, though, we had to stop at Lorient. There we needed to find a bathroom (these things happen, and as I have said before, French bathrooms are not the best of places), so when we saw the McDonalds in the middle of town, we breathed a sigh of relief, parked in haste and made our way, in the rain, to the comfort station, and yes, the McCafe....where we ordered a Café Viennoise. We ate all the cream on the top too! it was sweetened, and we decided never to do that again...certainly not in a McDonalds.
It had a French Style toilette, by the way. As you go into the main toilette room, there is a pissoir and a handbasin. Then there is a separate toilet stall which is also handicap access size. it is a bit disconcerting, when in the stall, to have someone come into the outer room and use the very public pissoir...NOT wash their hands and just walk out. I guess I will just have to get used to this, somehow. Waz liked the look of the chocolate thang with marshmallows on top. It was a refrigerator style bar, and they charged plenty for it, as McD's always do.

As it was raining plenty in Lorient, we didn't feel too inclined to stay there. The middle of town had way too many American brands, including McD's, Subway  and an Athletes Foot store right next door to McD's.

We did see the sign leading to the Port de Plaisance (port of pleasure boats) and we headed in that direction. How fortunate that the rain stopped almost immediately we exited the car. It must have known we were in the right place.

The Marina is very different to the American and Kiwi Marina we are used to...of course!

In the photo below, you can see one of the many Ferry boats coming into the port. These Ferries go between the outer Isles...perhaps Ile de Groix, or Port Louis, our next port of call.

We walked up and down the esplanade in front of the Marina, glad of the exercise, and then made our way towards Port Louis. The Citadel, below has a checkered past, as do most fortifications. It was build, partly torn down, rebuilt and rebuilt again, at various stages of it's life. It was occupied briefly by the Germans during WW11, and there exists a bunker, built by them.

We parked on the inside of the Ramparts, and made our way through a hole in the ancient wall towards the beach. Turn around, and this is what you see! Beach changing sheds, How quaint!:) The juxtaposition of the Ramparts and the wooden sheds is just too funny.

 The tide was out, as you can see, and there was plenty of seaweed lying around on the rocks and sand.
A little about the history of this interesting fortification.
In the 16th century, a Spaniard, allied to the Duke of Mercoeur, decided to build a fort in the small village of Blavet (before it was renamed Port Louis). This is at the entry to the harbor and port of Lorient.
In 1618, Louis XIII ordered the expansion and the construction of fortifications. Aware of its strategic location, it was also decided to make a Royal Town for the Navy and changed the name of Blavet to Port-Louis. The fortification  hardly deterred the various attackers, including Benjamin de Rohan, Count Richelieu built an enclosure around the city between 1649 and 1653. These are the Ramparts.

 This is the Port of Lorient, in the background, with the fortification of the Citadel in the foreground. It is the protector of the straits of Lorient.

The fort was occupied by Military forces until 1987. Since then, work has begun on the reconstruction of the fort and preservation of the various artifacts contained therein. We bought tickets to see the entire fort, but were rather disappointed at the lack of Museum items on display.


Just to go back a second....I thought this was very photogenic:) It is actually the toilette building on the beach, alongside those changing sheds...No Dogs Allowed!

 Just inside the Ramparts, these French campers were preparing for a collective lunch. It made us think that this method of travel might be excellent!

 You can see the Cruise Ship in the port of Lorient, in the background. These little rounds, which have a name I cant remember, off hand...were imperative for the defense of the fort.

I waited for this small ship to pass through this gap in the ramparts, to show how close they come, and how vital this fort was for the safety of the straits into Lorient.

The Baracks inside all have red doors and shutters. Very nice, in the very grey day and concrete.

Remember I told you about the Germans building a Bunker? This is the view from that.

 Per usual, the climate is rough on any paint surfaces, and everything needed a repaint. I felt I wanted to help out there:)

The Powdery is under reconstruction, but we were able to go into the Ballery...or the place where they kept the canon balls.

We couldn't see where the Bell might have gone, but it is a pretty one in memory of those who died for France.

I love the architectural details of old. This spouting or drainage is wonderful.

 These well refurbished Canon are large, as you can see. Plenty of them in the Ballery (as it was called in the literature)

I am somewhat fascinated by the slate roofs in these parts, where slate is king. This is one of the many chimney in the middle of the fort. Obviously it isn't too old...perhaps 100 yrs.

From Port Louis, we got back on the highway and made our way down to the Presq'ile de Quiberon,,,the Quiberon Peninula. It runs a good 14 kms out into the Atlantic Ocean in the south west of Britany. Not far off shore is the very pretty Belle Isle, where we would have like to go, but the sea didn't look very much fun and it was raining. The Island enjoys a wonderful climate, apparently.
It was really raining hard when we arrived in Quiberon via lots of small towns. We were a bit desperate for a café Crème, so we stopped somewhere at a tabac, where people were sitting and watching the Lottery numbers on the TV. Fortified with caffeine, we set forth. This is the Megaliths Coast, and we expected to see Dolmens and Menhirs (large Rocks put there by the ancients, we think) somewhere. We did, actually! Carnac is not far away, and it is there one would expect to see the Menhirs.
I was driving, and because of the rain, the traffic was really slow. I managed to get a photo of the Dolmens, along the roadside.

They are never as large as you might think. I remember learning about Carnac and the Dolmens and Menhirs, in French Class back in the early 70's!

Moving right along. Basically, Quiberon is at the end of a long sand dune. That's how it appeared, along the way, with sand everywhere.

We watched the ferry coming into the harbor, and once it finished the surfing in on the tide, it rock and rolled as it turned side on to the sea, coming into the sheltered harbor.

 One block back from the beach and sea wall, these pretty sisters took up a corner property.

 I don't know the name of this fairy tale castle on the sea at Quiberon, but it sits higher than any other structure, short of the Light house.

 As always, there are plenty of plantings everywhere, and I loved the boxes here on the sea wall.

We love walking the side streets to view the houses. This one was a tower with a modern addition that perfectly worked with the old structure, and because this is such a public place, being a summer holiday place, they made the most of the light along the top with these windows, and the wall around the property ensures their privacy.

 As you can see! You can see that it is one block to the ocean.

The Lighthouse stands head and shoulders above the homes in the middle of downtown.

This blue is everywhere. It is Breton Blue, and is popular for doors and window surrounds.

This is a very modern War Memorial, and we were somewhat surprised by it. being so near to the Dolmen and Menhir, I guess it is appropriate.

The Breton architecture is very much of the vernacular. The roofs in particular stand out as Breton.

We obviously got enough time without rain to do some walking around, but didn't want to go too far. We did have to buy a Parapluie (Umbrella) from a tourist store. The first one wanted 20 euros for a plastic thing, and walking a bit further along the shops from the sea wall, we found a good nylon one for 12 euros. Pays not to buy the first thing you see.

We drove home largely in the rain. It was a long day, but interesting, as usual, and we were glad we went. A little disappointed not to be able to go on the ferry out to Belle Isle, but perhaps another time or trip.
We dine well, at home, and with some crepes in the fridge, I made some lemon and sugar crepes for dessert. I add butter to the pan, squeeze the juice of two lemons on top, add a couple of tablespoons of white sugar and reduce to a syrup. Add the crepes folded into triangles and  immerse them in the syrup. Fold them and present with ice-cream or whipped cream, as I did. Yummy!

Another Tiki-Tour down.