Bretagne, Part 2 — Thursday (the 23rd of May) we took a boat tour of the Golfe du Morbihan with a long stop on Île-aux-Moines. We got on the ferry at Port Blanc and about three minutes later were already there. Pascale, as usual, had done her research, so we set off on the red walking route, marked on the road at various intersections.
This island was beautiful and green and sometimes reminded me of Sunapee. Seriously. Check this out . . .
But then I’d see something like this . . . 
Or this crêperie with the thatched roof . . .
. . . where I had this amazing salad for lunch . . .
. . . after we returned from our walk out to the point. Here’s the map.
A few sights along the way . . .
I absolutely soaked in the peace of the place.
After lunch and a winding stroll back down to the port we caught the boat for the tour of the entire gulf. The guide was apparently hilarious, since everyone kept laughing, but I understood next to nothing due to the distortion of the sound system coupled with my limited attention as I enjoyed the sunshine and taking a bazillion photos. Still loved it. By the end the light just kept getting more and more beautiful. The photo doesn’t really capture it, but here’s the best I’ve got . . .
Bonus, my 17,000 steps gave me permission to have this for desert at dinner . . .
I couldn’t quite finish it (Jacky had no trouble with his). Isn’t it a work of art?
I am so grateful for this opportunity to be back in France with friends who care about me and remember great times with David. Also for new adventures that remind me that my life is not over. There’s always more to see and do. I know. But I’m also revisiting favorite places from the past, partly to prove to myself I can. The other day I walked across the street from La Grosse Horloge (the huge clock that’s a major landmark in La Rochelle) over to Cours des Dames, one of the main places I associate with David. He loved people-watching there, waiting for me after my French lessons. Just as I stepped up on the curb and faced the pedestrian walkway, I could feel a wave of sadness threatening. Suddenly I heard David saying, “Don’t start thinking how sad you are I’m not here, because I am here. I’m with you everywhere. . . .” And of course he is. He is a part of me.
So the adventure continues . . . .
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Beautiful scenery, beautiful words, beautiful sentiment…. Thankful you have this time in France!
Thanks, Bonnie! I’m also very thankful for my Colorado friends, BTW. See you in July!
Oh yeah, and beautiful dessert! Wowza!
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Always a treat to travel with you vicariously ~ through your beautiful words and photography. Enjoy every moment! Even the “guilty” pleasures. (I could almost taste that work of art.) And I especially thank you for your words of David being a part of you ~ as in IS, not was ~ a healthy reminder for me. Big Hug!
Thanks, Sharon! I’m so glad you feel in some way you’re traveling along with me. That’s what I hope for with these posts, to share a bit of beauty, a window into other places, to stay connected with all my dear ones, like you. I’m sorry you’re walking this grief road too. I can feel your hug and I’m hugging back!