Lannion / Roscoff
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shewhomustLannion was one of the places we considered spending a couple of days: durham_rambler found it on his map of fast charge-points, and when I looked it up, I found descriptions of a historic town with many fine old houses. This looked like two good reasons to visit somewhere we'd never been before. In the end we chose other places to stay, but visited Lannion en route from Paimpol to Roscoff.
We managed to find one of those fast chargers, at a Leclerc supermarket, and that went exactly as it is supposed to (hooray!) if you aren't picky about having to do everything more than once - and if you are reasonably confident that it's going to work, I'm not picky about that. Then you have to leave it charging for half an hour, but since Leclerc are having their autumn wine promotion, we could amuse ourselves for half an hour (and yes, we bought some wine...)
I don't think we really got a grip on Lannion. We arrived just as the Tourist Office closed for lunch, so no handy plan or recommended route round the sites. We did our best with an old Michelin green guide, and did indeed see some fine half-timbered houses, but somehow the picture I'm happiest with is this:
The sheer cheerfulness of the colours expresses something I felt about Lannion: someone is clearly making a lot of effort there. There are waymarked walking route (it wasn't just wishful thinking), and in open spaces they are signposted with blocks of bright paint on the ground. Seeting along the river is varied and generous - I liked the armchairs under wire mesh domes (for seagull-free picnics?) But our time in the carpark was up, and we had to move on, taking the coast road to Roscoff.
I have written about Roscoff before. We came back because it's a place we like, but of course we ended up doing much the same things. To prove it, here's a photo not a million miles from the one I posted last time:
Not, this time, from the church, but from one of the houses opposite. The church itself was heavily scaffolded - and darker than I remembered inside. But it was a gloriously sunny day. We had a very leisurely lunch right by the port (actually, at the café attached to the hotel where we stayed last time) becausedurham_rambler fancied prawns, and the only ones on offer were part of a magnificent seafood platter. So he wrangled crab and langoustines, and wielded the crackers and other specialist devices - and at the same time checked his phone, to see whether the Prime Minister had resigned yet. Which, by the time he had finished, she had. My first course was a much easier to manage affair of scallops and potimarron, but I enjoyed watching the show - and got my revenge by ordering the cheese for dessert.
We bought a picnic for dinner, and brought it back to the hotel. We are staying, as we did on our first visit to Roscoff, at the Hôtel des Tamaris. I said then that it would be worth paying for a sea view, and it is. We look across to the Ile de Batz:
The only downside is that the walk back from the centre of town last night was very dark: another reason why we were happy not to be eating out this evening! It isn't far at all, either along the sea front or along the street, but neither is lit. I suspect this is part of the plan to save energy and so avoid blackouts this winter, but it was quite a challenge. We'd have found it easier today, having walked the route this morning with this in mind, but in the end we were happy to abstain.
durham_rambler found it on his map of fast charge-points, and when I looked it up, I found descriptions of a historic town with many fine old houses. This looked like two good reasons to visit somewhere we'd never been before. In the end we chose other places to stay, but visited Lannion en route from Paimpol to Roscoff.We managed to find one of those fast chargers, at a Leclerc supermarket, and that went exactly as it is supposed to (hooray!) if you aren't picky about having to do everything more than once - and if you are reasonably confident that it's going to work, I'm not picky about that. Then you have to leave it charging for half an hour, but since Leclerc are having their autumn wine promotion, we could amuse ourselves for half an hour (and yes, we bought some wine...)
I don't think we really got a grip on Lannion. We arrived just as the Tourist Office closed for lunch, so no handy plan or recommended route round the sites. We did our best with an old Michelin green guide, and did indeed see some fine half-timbered houses, but somehow the picture I'm happiest with is this:
The sheer cheerfulness of the colours expresses something I felt about Lannion: someone is clearly making a lot of effort there. There are waymarked walking route (it wasn't just wishful thinking), and in open spaces they are signposted with blocks of bright paint on the ground. Seeting along the river is varied and generous - I liked the armchairs under wire mesh domes (for seagull-free picnics?) But our time in the carpark was up, and we had to move on, taking the coast road to Roscoff.
I have written about Roscoff before. We came back because it's a place we like, but of course we ended up doing much the same things. To prove it, here's a photo not a million miles from the one I posted last time:
Not, this time, from the church, but from one of the houses opposite. The church itself was heavily scaffolded - and darker than I remembered inside. But it was a gloriously sunny day. We had a very leisurely lunch right by the port (actually, at the café attached to the hotel where we stayed last time) because
durham_rambler fancied prawns, and the only ones on offer were part of a magnificent seafood platter. So he wrangled crab and langoustines, and wielded the crackers and other specialist devices - and at the same time checked his phone, to see whether the Prime Minister had resigned yet. Which, by the time he had finished, she had. My first course was a much easier to manage affair of scallops and potimarron, but I enjoyed watching the show - and got my revenge by ordering the cheese for dessert.We bought a picnic for dinner, and brought it back to the hotel. We are staying, as we did on our first visit to Roscoff, at the Hôtel des Tamaris. I said then that it would be worth paying for a sea view, and it is. We look across to the Ile de Batz:
The only downside is that the walk back from the centre of town last night was very dark: another reason why we were happy not to be eating out this evening! It isn't far at all, either along the sea front or along the street, but neither is lit. I suspect this is part of the plan to save energy and so avoid blackouts this winter, but it was quite a challenge. We'd have found it easier today, having walked the route this morning with this in mind, but in the end we were happy to abstain.
