|Passing little cottages.|
|Wild white horses|
|And stopping at a bistrot for lunch.|
Lunch at the bistro:
Smoked salmon galette ie rectangular crepe made from buckwheat; salad and Vichy bottled water.
And ordered a cafe au lait which came with highly foamed milk already mixed in - like a cappuccino and thus not my favourite mode.
Last night's dinner:
Skate with fried potatoes on the hotel room veranda.
Preceded by the local aperitif, Pineau and then the local vin de pays.