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Road Trip Tahiti: Black Sand, Waterfalls and Sunsets or Enjoying a Week in Paradise

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“What do you think about Tahiti?” Donna asked.  “I haven’t, honestly – it’s not on my radar.” “There’s this very good airline points sale to Papeete. I think we should go!” And so, we made it happen.  It’s one of our great pleasures in retirement, the ability to indulge our desire to see the world. Though the statement that Tahiti was not on my radar might not be exactly true.  James Michener’s Tales of the South Pacific might have been the first book I freely chose to read as a teenager, fifty-plus years ago; the catalyst was my dad’s dream of building a sailboat to sail around the world. Frustratingly, our sailing never extended beyond Long Island Sound, but the lifelong desire to explore had been instilled in me.

It was a long sixteen-hour flight from the east coast of the United States to San Francisco with a final connection to Papeete on Tahiti in French Polynesia. Arriving just before 9:00pm, we opted to taxi to our three-night apartment rental, Little Home Tahiti, a small studio apartment chosen for price, onsite parking, and short walking distance to the car rental agent – Tahiti Rent.

Checking into Little Home Tahiti was a bit unusual: instructions to access the key to the apartment building and garage door fob from a key box were hanging from a traffic signpost in front of the building (our payment, Tahiti has the prettiest currency, was to be placed there too.) The next morning, after excellent coffees at Kaūa’a Tahiti, just around the corner (they roast the coffee beans in the café), we walked a few short blocks to the Marché de Papeete, the town’s old central market.

The 2-story building still has several fruit and vegetable vendors, fish mongers and exotic flower stalls. Most of the space is now, though, is filled with folks selling handicrafts, souvenirs, and Tahitian black pearls, for the tourist trade. Afterwards we picked up our rental car – an easy procedure, with the caveat that we would need to vacuum out the beach sand, before returning the car. We thought this was an unusual request, as most car rental companies that we’ve used have provided this service. Not being local, I asked where I would accomplish this and was informed most gas stations have vacuums available. Easy enough in theory, but nine days later after stopping at five different gas stations, I was not able to find a vacuum pump. Upon returning the car the rental agent was ready to charge us an additional fee for a small amount of sand, difficult to avoid on Tahiti, on the car’s front floor, until I pointed out that we interrupted him from vacuuming a car when we pulled into the lot.

While the airfare to Tahiti, the largest island in French Polynesia, was relatively low, restaurants and hotels in this isolated paradise in the middle of the Pacific Ocean are expensive. This is the direct result of having to import nearly everything from France, China, the United States, Australia and New Zealand. So, to keep within a reasonable budget for nine nights, we chose to stay in three different self-catering apartments across the island. We’ve always enjoyed checking out the local grocery stores and markets during our travels, and enjoy cooking in. Food trucks were mentioned as a budget friendly alternative to restaurants; although good, we found these to be not nearly as inexpensive as you would think. Surprisingly, freshly caught tuna and mahi-mahi were reasonably affordable in restaurants and stores. We enjoyed preparing it several times during our stay.

Papeete, the capital of French Polynesia, is a small city with a population of roughly 27,000. Its popularity as a booming destination was never envisioned and the traffic in paradise is just as bad as NYC’s at rush hour, since most of the island seems to drive to work here. To help alleviate the morning and evening congestion they use a road zipper, moveable barrier systems, to reconfigure the incoming and outgoing lanes of traffic at rush-hour. The city’s antiquated footprint was inherited from the days when the town was viewed as only ever being colonial backwater.  Fortunately, the town is thoroughly walkable.

Surprisingly wonderful street murals grace the side of many otherwise dull city walls. Many of these beautiful pieces of art were sponsored by the Ono’u Festival, a street art event that has been held in Papeete since 2014. We used this street art map to help plot our walks around the different areas of the city. There are murals spread all across the city, but several of our favorites were located along the Rue Mgr Tepano Jaussen near the Cathédrale Notre-Dame de Papeete, a French colonial era church from 1875.

Closer to our temporary home, the Résidence Paraita, an apartment building, was totally immersed in an abstract design by the Spanish street artist Okuda, which we could see from the balcony of our apartment.

We also enjoyed the walk along the waterfront promenade to Pā’ōfa’i Gardens and the Papeete Marina, where it was interesting to see the different home ports painted on the stern of wandering sailors’ boats. San Francisco, Sydney, Barcelona, Paris, Rio. The boat crews enjoying a safe anchorage before continuing their journey.

Further along we had drinks at the over-water tiki bar of the Restaurant Le Moana and watched with amazement as the bay in front of us filled with just off from work Tahitians who took to the water in Polynesian outrigger canoes, called “va’a,“ and larger longboats, practicing in preparation for a number of races around the islands that take place each year.

The longest and largest, with over 100 teams participating, is the Hawaiki Nui Va’a Race, in which six-person crews paddle across 79 miles of ocean in three days. Starting in Huahine they visit Raiatea, and Tahaa before beaching their canoes on Bora Bora.

This is one of many races around Tahiti keeping alive the nautical heritage of their Mā’ohi, ancient ancestors’ incredible ocean-going feats in search of new horizons. Folks stayed on the water until sunset, one of the most colorful we experienced while on the island. The last of the day’s inter-island ferries sailed toward the sunset.

Also on the waterfront in Place Jacques Chirac is a full-size replica of an ancient Polynesian wa’a kaulua, a double-hulled, long distance, sailing canoe. Just looking at it made us realize what an amazing accomplishment it was for the early Polynesians to cross vast stretches of unforgiving ocean.

Walking back through town we stopped at Vini Vini Fish N’Chill for dinner. It’s a small casual place, with inside and outside tables, that grew as an off-shoot from the families long-line fishing fleet and serves poke bowls, tartines – a French open face sandwich with various toppings, sushi and of course burgers. Occasionally they’ll host a ukulele band outside on the sidewalk.

Outside Papeete the traffic eases tremendously and we took several short day-trips out into the surrounding area, traveling along the north coast to the Pointe Vénus lighthouse in Māhina. Built in 1867, on a black sand peninsular that juts into Matavai Bay, it was the first lighthouse built in the South Pacific and equipped with a powerful beam that could be seen by ships 215 miles out to sea. It takes its name from an event on Captain James Cook’s first voyage around the world, when on June 3rd, 1769, Cook and his accompanying astronomer Charles Green set up equipment to observe the transit of Venus, a small black dot, travelling across the Sun. From the shore here looking north the blues of the sea gradated seamlessly into the sky, a vast endless emptiness that Polynesians explored and found Hawaii, 2600 miles away, 1200 years ago. The brightly painted Église Getesemane de Mahina along the road to the lighthouse was definitely a worthy photo stop that epitomized the Tahitian celebration of color.

Later we headed to the O Belvédère, a remote French restaurant, located in the foothills of 7,352 ft Mount ‘Orohena, the island’s tallest peak and the highest mountain in French Polynesia. The restaurant is only open for lunch and dinner Friday – Sunday. Unfortunately, we visited earlier in the week, but the staff kindly let us take in the breathtaking views, over the rugged foothills which extend to the coast, from its balconies.

It’s definitely a destination restaurant and part of its allure is the harrowing 3.5 mile drive, not for the faint of heart, up a single-track, heavily potholed road through dense jungle-like forest that dead ends at the restaurant. There was barely room for the rare oncoming car to pass. It’s not a drive we would undertake in the dark. Guided hikes to Mount ‘Orohena and 4×4 safaris into the mountains can be arranged through local tour operators, as there are not any roads that cross Tahiti’s mountainous interior. One the way back to Papeete we passed and then circled back to photograph the Mairie de Pirae, the local town hall, a beautiful example of French colonial architecture that seemed out of place on the tropical island.

The morning of our checkout from Little Home Tahiti, just as we had finished our coffee and zippered the suitcases, the power to our building went out. Not usually a big deal, but we were staying on the 5th floor and the car was in the underground parking. The heat and humidity builds quickly in the tropics without A/C. We called our host for a situation update, only to be informed that it was an island wide power outage, something that, it turns out, happens rather frequently. The big question for us, was the electric gate to the underground garage functioning? We were reluctant to walk down seven flights with only the emergency stairwell lights and the weak flashlights on our cell phones. After an hour of indecisiveness, I slowly carried our suitcases downstairs to the car and was very relieved to find the gate wide open. I parked the car on the street, called Donna and relayed, “We’re free – let’s go!”

The intersections required caution as the traffic lights were also down, but once we followed Route 1 away from Papeete the prevalence of traffic circles was a blessing. From the air, the island of Tahiti is shaped like a flounder or beaver with a larger upper body and smaller tail. Similar to the way Tahiti Nui, the larger main island, connects to the smaller Tahiti Iti, at the narrow Taravao isthmus. It’s difficult to get lost on Tahiti considering the ring road, Route 1, is only 72 miles long and transverses a narrow coastal plain that encircles the island and separates the ocean from the abruptly steep mountainous interior. The road starts and ends in Papeete, with short spurs down the east and west coasts of Tahiti Iti. It’s a modest distance that we gave ourselves seven days to cover, split between exploration of the island and R&R. Our target at the end of the day, after multiple stops, Soul Rise in Nutae on Tahiti Iti, a rustic attached bungalow, with a private cabana and shared pool, for three nights.

Following the ring road east we stopped at the Arahoho Blowhole. It’s a geological curiosity, as it’s not the usual type of blowhole that exists right at the ocean’s edge and water is pushed up through a crack in the rock. Here water is vented quite a distance inland from the sea as a fine mist after being pushed back forcefully by the waves through an ancient, long and narrow lava tube. The park here has picnic tables and a black sand beach that surrounds a small cove that’s popular with surfers.

Located at the end of the road, almost directly across the street from the blowhole, the Fa’aruma’i Waterfalls were beautiful. This first was an easy walk from the parking area, but the second two are reached by an eroded and rocky trail that took some effort for us to negotiate before crossing a rickety suspension bridge and climbing farther into the hills. There were numerous photo stops along this drive, especially at the bridges over the rivers, that give a glimpse into Tahiti’s rugged, verdant interior.

Closer to Tahiti Iti, La Cascade de Pape’ana’ana was a hidden gem barely visible from the road. It’s a mysterious site with figures of a tribal chief and a woman carved into the stone face of a small waterfall. No one knows when or who created it. There were numerous waterfalls and beaches along the east coast of Tahiti Nui just waiting to be explored.

We reached Taravao late in the afternoon, at the time when most restaurants are closed until dinner. We opted to eat at the local McDonalds, something we rarely do, especially when traveling abroad. But we were pleasantly surprised with tasty McWraps, and the coffee was good. But one of the memorable things about this stop was the appearance of a young father and his daughter dressed in matching pinks tutus, enjoying each other’s company and lunch together. It’s not something every dad would do, and I would have loved to know the backstory, but I admired him for his self-confidence, and that he didn’t perceive this playfulness as eroding his masculinity, just a desire to please his little girl. Something I can relate to.

Afterwards we stopped at the local Carrefour, which was as fully stocked as any supermarket in France, though the prices were through the roof, as high as if we were living in Paris. We purchased tuna, mahi-mahi, some vegetables, salad, and a fresh baguette for dinner. Croissants and French style pâtisseries were gathered for breakfast. A bottle of French rose’ and a 6 pack of locally brewed Hinano beer rounded out our purchases. Curiously, the beer’s distinctive and elegant “vahine” logo of a Tahitian woman wearing a red pareo was painted by a fellow from Sweden in 1953.

With the groceries put away and the beer in the fridge, we cooled off in the pool. Tahiti was one of our warmest vacations with daily temperature in the mid-80Fs, with high humidity. Usually we target locales with spring-like weather. Fortunately, along the coast there was always a cooling breeze blowing in from the ocean.

The next morning, we walked a short distance and crossed the road to a black sand beach, created eons ago from volcanic eruptions. Following the local folks’ example lead we rinsed off after our swim under a pipe, driven into the hillside like a spout into a barrel, gushing spring fed water from the highlands.

Later we headed to Tautira for lunch at Le Bout du Monde, which sounds so elegant in French, but translates as “The End of the World,” and aptly describes the locale, with the coast of South America nearly 5,000 miles east. The road literally stops here, as there is not a coastal plain around the southern tip of Tahiti Iti that is suitable for a road. The mountains descend into the sea here. Folks live along this isolated eastern coast but need to use boats to get to their homes. Rustic simplicity best describes Le Bout du Monde, with its walk-up ordering window, and wallboard menu. There were several dishes listed, but I think they only serve the catch-of-the-day. Picnic tables were around the back under shade trees at the edge of the ocean. Only us and another couple were there. The fish was delicious!

Afterwards we took our time walking along Tautira’s beautiful black sand beach set against the mountains. On the way home we noticed people standing by the roadside in front of their homes. Some were holding umbrellas to shield themselves from the intense sun. Soon a van stopped and handed the people waiting a paper bag, with tan colored oblong shapes protruding from the top. Aha! We realized folks had been waiting for their rural baguette delivery, fresh from the bakery. It’s so wonderfully French.

We have never surfed, though we were intrigued by the spectacular photos captured of the surfers riding the famous Teahupo’o Barrel Wave, located off the west coast of Tahiti Iti. The next morning, we drove to the village of Teahupo’o on the opposite side of Iti, where there are a number of boat operators, and booked a tour with Michael, the owner of Teahupoo Excursion Taxi Boat.

Though the conditions were not right to form the famous curl that day, we still enjoyed our time on the water and the dramatic perspective it provided looking back at the mountainous coastline. The 2024 Summer Olympic Surfing event will be held at Teahupo’o.

Afterwards we enjoyed a scenic drive to the Belvédère de Taravao in Iti’s highlands. The inaccessible Mount Ronui, standing at 4370 feet, is the highest point on Tahiti Iti. The Belvédère de Taravao, at 1800 feet, offers an expansive view of the Taravao isthmus that includes the east and west coasts of Tahiti Nui.

For the last four days we headed back to Tahiti Nui and drove along the west coast towards Papeete, stopping to take pictures numerous times. Gardneners ourselves, we especially enjoyed the Water Gardens Vaipahi and the Grottes De Mara’a, where we followed the paths through colorful specimen plantings and noticed, not for the first time, the ubiquitous free range roosters, hens, and chicks that seem to roam everywhere in Tahiti.

At Taharuu Beach we practiced our sports photography skills, capturing surfers riding the waves, an activity we could spend hours engrossed in, but the weather just wouldn’t cooperate fully.

Later that afternoon we arrived at Bungalow Poerava in Punaauia and were blown away by its dramatic location. It’s a small apartment next to the owner’s home that’s cantilevered out over a steep hillside.

This construction gave it a splendid Robin Crusoe treehouse feel. It had a fully equipped outdoor kitchen, and porch and seating area boasted a view of Moorea in the distance. It was one of the nicest apartments we’ve every stayed in during our years of travel. Oh, and it had an avocado tree laden with fruit hanging over the entry stairs. We didn’t want to leave!

Normally we never just stay still and chill while traveling, but the setting here was perfect for kicking back, reading and enjoying a glass of wine on the shaded deck. We explored the surrounding area in the mornings but made sure we were back to enjoy the sunset.

We divided our mornings between exploring cultural sites and swimming at beaches sheltered by the island’s surrounding reefs before returning for the day. The Museum of Tahiti and The Islands is a Polynesian ethnographic museum and has a fascinating collection of ancient artifacts collected from across the Tahitian islands. Later we enjoyed the food trucks at Parc Vaipoopoo, before enjoying the soothing bath-like waters of the Plage publique de Toaroto’s white sand beach.

The next day at ‘Ārahurahu Marae, an ancient Polynesian place of worship, a striking stone moai guarded the entrance to the religious site. Though smaller than its famous cousins on Easter Island, there was a definite resemblance. A large marae, an ancient ceremonial altar, constructed from lava stones and coral was at the rear of the site, where human sacrifices were once held centuries ago.

Afterwards we savored our last swim on Tahiti in the gentle waves of Plage Vaiava. Tomorrow we would head to the Port of Papeete to board Variety Cruises’ Panorama II for a sailing adventure to Bora Bora.

Till next time, Craig & Donna

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Road Trip Through Brittany: Josselin & Vannes or Castles, Standing Stones and Cheese

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The sun’s early morning rays cast a soft glow across the gently rolling countryside, silhouetting farm buildings and highlighting here and there pockets of mist still clinging to warm earth, and stubble in freshly plowed fields waiting to be seeded with their winter over crop.

The timing was uncanny, but I had just started to write this story when Donna called from the porch, “you have mail from France!” It must have been some tourist information I requested, I thought, and excitedly stopped writing. But I should have suspected from Donna’s smug grin that something was off kilter. To my disappointment it was the notification of a traffic fine! Who drives when we are touring is a bone of contention between the two of us. But I’ll be the first to admit that I am a terrible passenger and believe that the “Oh God” strap above the passenger door was specifically designed for my benefit.

As a consequence, I prefer to drive slowly to see tomorrow’s sunrise. I deliberately choose to deny my lovely, daring wife the thrill of downshifting and accelerating along the many cliffside serpentine roads we might encounter, as I cower in the passenger seat. There weren’t any cliffside drives in Brittany, but you get my drift. I can safely say we have different driving styles. Seriously, my wife is an excellent driver, it’s more about the extravagant fee per day the car rental companies charge for the extra driver than anything else, kinda. It was not a speeding ticket, but a moving violation caught by a traffic camera on a quiet Sunday morning in the sleepy French village of Saint-Jouan-de-I’Isle, deep in the heart of Brittany. I alone was to blame, but would have preferred asking forgiveness from a gendarme, then the robotic indifference of a traffic spy camera, and a letter months later in the mail. Though I will give credit to the French authorities for designing a user-friendly website, Amendes.gouv.fr, for paying fines online.  

We arrived mid-morning in Josselin just as the first wave of walkers were completing a charity walk in support of Pink October, France’s breast cancer awareness month, along the towpath that followed the Oust River in front of the town’s ancient castle, the Château de Josselin. It was late October, but the first yellows and muted oranges of Autumn were just beginning to show and combined with the walker’s pink vests made for a very colorful sight under a brilliant blue sky.

There has been a castle on this spot in Josselin since the 11th century, but the chateau you see today dates from 1370. Early in the 1400s Alain VIII of Rohan inherited the castle and it has remained a House of Rohan estate for 600 years. The chateau suffered poorly during the 16th century French Wars of Religion, as Henry II of Rohan supported protestant Huguenots against the King of France and the Catholic church; five of its original nine towers were destroyed on the orders of Cardinal Richelieu. During the French Revolution the castle’s towers were used as a prison, but afterwards it sat abandoned until the mid-1800s when Duke Josselin X of Rohan piloted an extensive restoration.

Strolling against the current of walkers we crossed a bridge to Josselin’s Quartier Sainte-Croix and wandered along narrow lanes past ancient half-timbered buildings dating from the early 16th century. Some leaned precariously, like an elderly person requiring a cane, while others featured ornamental heads carved into exposed roof rafters for decoration. Following our philosophy of “walk a little, then café,” we enjoyed a rest at the Logis Hôtel du Château, and its location on the riverbank.

Returning to the village, we stopped mid-bridge to admire the view along the riverport’s quay. With a renaissance chateau, charming buildings and a beautiful river to stroll along, no wonder Josselin has received the very French distinction as a Petite Cité de Caractère, a small town of character. During the high season paddle boards, kayaks, and boats are available for rent to enjoy this tranquil stretch of water.

The Oust is a canalized river and is part of the 220-mile-long Canal de Nantes à Brest which traverses inland Brittany to connect the seaports of Nantes and Brest, on the Bay of Biscay. The old towpath which follows the canal’s course is also a popular route for cyclists and hikers. We thoroughly enjoyed our morning in Josselin, but truly the quaint village deserves more time, or an overnight stay to absorb its wonderful ambiance. Vannes awaited us, so we drove on.

We arrived in Vannes and found convenient parking along the Port de Vannes quay, in an underground garage, in time for a late lunch. The masts of sailboats, with their colors flying, rocked gently in the afternoon breeze, against the background of the port’s Place Gambetta, and its iconic 19th century sandstone colored, Haussmann styled buildings, with their distinctive dormer windows in their mansard roofs. It’s difficult to imagine from the size of this petite harbor located on a narrow stretch of water called La Marle, that Vannes is actually an inland seaport, and the economic engine that drove Vannes’ prosperity since the era of the Romans, two-thousand years earlier. It was a favored protected anchorage, located three-quarters of a mile inland from the Gulf of Morbihan, for Rome’s merchant fleet of oared galleons, and it facilitated trade in wine and olive oil from France to England, while ships returned with valuable tin, lead and copper. Today the Port de Vannes hosts recreational and tour boats, which offer day trips to the islands in the Gulf of Morbihan, where on a windy day you can still see restored siganots, Brittany’s iconic two masted, gaff rigged, wooden fishing schooners, that typically have red sails, plying the waves.

Surprisingly, for this far north, a row of palm trees separated the Place Gambetta from the harbor, and gave the area a delightful French Caribbean vibe, before leading to the historic citadel through the Saint-Vincent gate. There were numerous restaurants, bustling with activity, surrounding the harbor, and we chose to lunch at Le Daily Gourmand for its outside tables and seasonal menu.

Excited by our first impressions of Vannes, we roughly planned our four days in the ancient city and day trips to Suscinio Castle, and the Alignements de Carnac. One of the attributes we consider when choosing a destination for a multiple day stay is the walkability of a city and are there enough things to do to keep us busy. Vannes fit the description perfectly, offering me multiple routes to explore the city during my 6 a.m. walks, while Donna slept in.

The walk along the Promenade de la Rabine, “the alley planted with trees,” was one of these walks that started near the Place Gambetta and followed the long sliver of La Marla, down its right bank a half-mile, towards the newer commercial port and the Gulf of Morbihan. The idea for this tranquil public space first arose in 1687, and over the following centuries it has been widened and extended several times. Halfway back on the return route there is a pontoon footbridge across the marina to the more cosmopolitan left bank.

A short walk from the Place Gambetta, the 19th century faded away quickly as we approached the historic Château de l’Hermine, with its formal garden featuring the emblem of the L’Ordre de l’Hermine, a medieval chivalric order, worked into its landscaping, and the Remparts de Vannes. The ermine depicted might look like us like a flying weasel, but it’s a traditional symbol of Brittany that signifies nobility, courage, honesty, uncompromising integrity, and personal honor. The ancient order was revived by the Cultural Institute of Brittany in the 20th century to honor people who contribute to Breton culture. The château, built in 1785, is a beautiful example of 18th century French architecture, and operated as the Hôtel Lagorce until 1803. It was then used as a private mansion until the French State purchased it in 1876 and proceeded to use it as an Artillery School and barracks for the XIth Army Corps, treasury, and university.

But the more interesting history of the site begins in 1380 when the Dukes of Brittany decided to use Vannes as their seat of power and ordered a castle with moat built and the ramparts surrounding the town, first erected by the Romans in the 5th century, improved. It served several generations of Dukes as their main residence until the late 1400s when François II, the last Duke of Brittany, moved his court to Nantes. During the early 1600s, the now-old castle was dismantled for its stones, which were used to build the quay at the port.

Skip ahead to March 2024 and the18th century château is now owned by the City of Vannes and construction has begun to renovate it and add a new wing for a project that will eventually be the Vannes Museum of Fine Arts – Chateau de l’Hermine. While excavating for new footings, workers uncovered well preserved walls, parts of a moat with drawbridge, and evidence that the castle had been three to four stories tall and had indoor toilets. We visited Vannes shortly before this discovery, but still marvel at the amazing things out there that are yet to be rediscovered.

A little farther along the Jardin des Remparts has the longest remaining section the city’s ancient defensive wall, with gates and towers, as their backdrop. The formal gardens are beautiful, with more than 30,000 flowers planted each year. It’s a popular spot to relax and walk dogs along the banks of the La Marla River before it reaches the port. The gardens are also used several times throughout the year to host various fairs and most importantly, the Fêtes Historiques de Vannes every July 12-14th. It’s a huge, festive cosplay event that celebrates Vannes’ rich history, and spreads into the historic center, with craft demonstrations, and participants and visitors wearing medieval clothing. The Porte Poterne gate is near the gardens, and entering the city one night across worn cobblestones glistening in a cold rain was an experience that transported us back centuries.

Later that first day in Vannes we were thrilled when we arrived at the Hôtel Le Bretagne and were able to find inexpensive street parking directly in front of it. The hotel abutted the rampart’s Executioner Tower and was ideally located just outside the historic old town, between the Porte de la Prison and Porte Saint-Jean gates. Vannes’ architectural continuity is unique among cities in France as it escaped the destructive aerial bombings of WWII, which ravaged many towns throughout the country.

Consequently, it has kept its rich architectural history intact. This was evident as we rounded the first corner from our hotel and entered the ancient citadel under the narrow-arched Porte Saint-Jean gate. In its earlier years it was known as the Porte du Mené, the Door of the Executioner, because of its close proximity to the axeman’s place of work. Fittingly, his tower was only a short walk down the alley from the Cathédrale Saint-Pierre, for the priests to give prisoners their last rites.

Built atop the ruins of an ancient Roman church, Saint-Pierre commands the highest point in the old town and blends Romanesque, Gothic, and neo-Gothic styles, which is what happens when a church is constructed, remodeled, expanded and restored from 1020 until 1857, when the carving of the façade was finally completed. It’s beautiful inside and out.

A short walk away, many fine examples of Vannes’ colorful,15th century, half-timbered buildings surround the Place Henri IV. A map isn’t needed to explore the ancient citadel. Wandering or “walk a little, then café,” as we like to say, is the perfect approach to discovering the town’s architectural gems and enjoying Vannes. After all, what’s the rush?

Wednesday and Saturday have been the traditional market days in Vannes for decades and the streets of the historic center fill with activity as folks shop among vendors selling housewares, clothing, breads, pastries, fruits and vegetables, wine, meat, sausages and CHEESE! Our weakness. Fromagers offering samples of soft and hard goat, sheep and cow cheeses with various ageing enticed us all too easily to purchase their products. Shopping there was a sensory experience that had us wishing we had opted for an apartment stay just so we could cook.

There are also two permanent food halls within the old town, Halle Aux Poissons, the fish market – is located down a side street just beyond the Porte Saint Vincent gate as you enter the city from the harbor. And the Halle des Lices, a large market hall with about thirty shopkeepers that is open Tuesday to Sunday from 8 am to 2 pm. It’s also a good place for breakfast or lunch.

The market takes its name from the Place des Lices on which it stands, though during the 14th and 15th centuries the Dukes of Brittany held jousts and tournaments there, between the Tour du Connétable, built for the commander of the Duke’s army, and the original Château de l’Hermine. The Tour du Connétable is a substantial tower that was part of the defensive wall that encircled Vannes, but what we found interesting was that you can still see where other ramparts intersected with the tower but were removed to reconfigure the fortifications as the city grew over time.

Only thirty minutes away, the Alignements de Carnac were an easy day trip from Vannes. We drove along D196 and followed a 1.6 mile route that started in a wooded glen at Alignements du Petit-Ménec and passed the alignments in Kerlescan, Kermario, and Toulchignan before ending at Carnac. It was a fascinating area with many opportunities to stop, touch and walk through the fields with over 3000 prehistoric standing stones.

Arranged in rows across a rolling landscape, the alignments are thought to have been erected around 4000BC, predating the 2500BC Stonehenge. Little is known of the Mesolithic hunter-gatherers that are thought to have erected the stones.

But a later Brittany Arthurian myth associated with them holds that they were a marching legion of Roman soldiers turned to stone by the sorcerer Merlin. Away from the road there is also a cycling/walking path through the countryside that paralleled our route. Afterwards we drove along the Trinité-sur-Mer waterfront, which we found reminiscent of coastal Maine.

Another day we drove a half-hour south from Vannes to the Domaine de Suscinio, one of the prettiest castles in Brittany, near the Bay of Biscay. It started as a modest seigneurial manor house for Peter I, Duke of Brittany, in 1218.  His son John I started to expand it and add fortifications, a building campaign that continued through successive Dukes until they moved their court to Vannes. Thereafter it was mostly used as a hunting lodge, unless there was a war in progress.

In the early 1500s it became the property of the French Crown and Francis I of France installed a favored mistress there. During the French Revolution, the now dilapidated castle was sold off to a stone quarry and its rocks were slowly carted away.

A dramatic restoration of the castle started in 1965, and was obviously a labor of love, that reflects the Bretonne pride in their heritage. It’s an exquisite space with many interesting, museum-quality displays. We thought the discovery of an intact, highly decorative, mosaic floor from the castle’s chapel, which was located across the moat, most intriguing.

Archeological excavations around the site are still ongoing and objects discovered, are restored and exhibited. Refreshingly there are plenty of hands-on things for kids to do, like dressing as Renaissance knights, squires or princesses. Medieval board games are also available for kids to try.

Beyond the ramparts there is a medieval encampment complete with re-enactors for families to explore. Wandering around the castle was thoroughly engaging and from the top of the battlements, you can see the Bay of Biscay. With the coast so close we wondered if Henry Tudor, future King Henry VII of England, landed there after he fled England, and spent 11 years in exile at Suscinio before returning to seize his crown in the Battle of Bosworth Field in 1485.

Afterwards we headed to the Port du Crouesty marina in Arzon on the Peninsula Rhuys, surrounded by the Bay of Quiberon and Gulf of Morbihan. We sauntered along the port’s quay, admiring the boats docked in the marina, until we found Le Cap Horn. It was the perfect spot to enjoy some beers, and fresh seafood for dinner, our last meal in Brittany before heading home to the states.

We had a fantastic time exploring a small part of Brittany and hope one day to return to this charming, less explored, part of France.

Till next time, Craig & Donna