So I know I owe you Omaha Beach (yesterday) and Mont St Michel (today), and cycle details from Dinand (crazy delish quiche) to Dinard (port city that is gorgeous!)
But a quick aside. Tonight is our only OYO, On Your Own dinner. We arrived at the Grand Hotel Dinard after only 20M, but them, there 20… brutal. Super long hills and steep! In my head the OYO was the carrot, so we kept pushing even when we were yelling all kinds of obscenities in our head. OYO means not a group, and not on a schedule. And the group is great, but nice to just be the two of us doing our own thing.
Anyway we arrived at yet another lovely hotel and found ourselves at the bar to celebrate our miles.
We have always relied friendly banter/chatter/convo with the bartender or someone on the staff… where would you go to dinner tonight. The recommendation from “Monsieur” as Joe called our hotel bartender, was a local brasserie, L’Abri des Flots,(the shelter of the waves? maybe?)
And it did not disappoint. Details to follow but the quick hit story is on the walk over to the restaurant.
Our toothpaste reserves ran dry, into the pharmacia we went. Again a kind of funny convo with the shopkeeper that included pantomime by both Joe and me. She said something akin to travel size, we nodded excitedly, and she went behind the counter and came out with small samples. I slapped down my euros, and she said “cadeau”. I kept pushing my euros, she kept saying cadeau. Oh I said, credit? No cadeau. And then I realized. Cadeau… gift, free. Joe and I were tickled pink and she was too when she realized that we understood.
Cadeau… brilliant… made our day.
More later.
Hope to see you along the way.