After spending the day traveling, with stops to Bayeaux to see the fascinating Bayeaux Tapestry (utterly amazing that this tapestry has survived over the years) and being moved at the Normandy beaches, Gil and I made our way to Dinan. I was so excited to see Dinan again, that I was bursting at the seams. I had told Gil that the hill we climbed to get to our B&B in Rouen was about as long as walking into the city of Dinan, but not as steep. I don't think that he believed me. Well, he believes me now. After he huffed and puffed up the Rue de Petit Fort and the Rue de Jerzual, he exclaimed, "You did this almost everyday?" No wonder you lost weight while you were here!" I didn't huff and puff. In fact, I felt like I was walking on air. I was only breathless with excitement sharing my memories with someone who has tolerated my reminiscence for almost two years.
I showed Gil some of my favorite sites. I walked along the River Rance, ate the delicious Breton kouign amann and the wonderfully French ille flottante, walked around the walled city of Saint-Malo, ate crepes and galettes, walked all over the city of Dinan, and walked some more. Do you see a pattern here? It seems if one is going to eat all the delicous food, one MUST walk A LOT! I have included a photograph of me in November 2011 followed by a photo taken today at the same location. Dinan is still aging beautifully. I won't address the other subject in these pictures!
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