Mont Saint Michel
The only restaurant in the world that thinks it's acceptable to charge 30 euros for a stupid omelette. I don't care how they cook it - nothing's that good!
A nice ocean view (unless the ocean is the English Channel...)
The abbey
A very Cartesian garden in the middle, protected from all the wind
Me scaling a wall
Alexandra and me with our new Italian friend Mirka
Our guide who looked just like my cousin Peter, only his name was Eugene
Saint Malo
The dancing cat street named after the one casualty of the British naval attack
These are meant to break the waves before they hit the walls. That way, this little city won't get waterlogged.
More Saint Malo
Me in front of a nice view
A colorful parade!
September 4th, 1768 was born, in this house, Chateaubriand!
Good thing I read Atala last summer, or else this wouldn't have been too interesting...
Eblouissant! Breathtaking!
An important French writer wanted to rest here so he could only here the ocean and the wind. In passing, respect his last wish.
His other last wish was to be buried standing up. I don't think the good people of Saint Malo respected that wish!
Cool, huh?
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