Tuesday - To the Savage Coast

1) Where to go on our remaining day in Brittany? We eventually decide (mainly it was decided by the last folks to bed) to head west to the Savage Coast. First stop - Vannes, also a medieval city with obviously the same first floor tax structure. Notice how the top floors touch but there's plenty of room to walk between buildings on street level.
2) Loved the roof line. Shakespeare could have built the Globe here as well.
3) Bridge over the moat - the flowers were lovely. Judy is thinking of having her husband build a bridge as well.
4) Crepes are a regional specialty and we couldn't resist eating here (nor, I suspect, could a lot of other tourists). It was named no doubtedly because it's in a cellar. (In case you can't see it, the sign is a mole.)
5) Vannes' answer to the Paris bike rental. LOVE those colors!
6) This photo is for KK & GG - one of the standing stones near Carnac. Turns out Carnac is "home to the world's greatest concentration of megalithic sites". And to think we just went there on a whim!
7) The coastline just past Carnac is known as the Savage Coast because of the high, crashing waves. The day we visited it was calm. The most savage photo I could come up with was to have Bob pose behind a motorcycle. Who knows? It may inspire Bob for his next trip...
8) I hope you can enlarge this photo to see the megalithic stones. There are literally hundreds of them in straight lines called alignments. This field of stones dates back to at least 5,000 BC (who knows what the decorators had in mind back then) and has 1,099 stones (we didn't count).
9) How many pounds of great French cheese and bottles of great French wine does it take to add a bit of girth to one's behind? (We're not telling.) How many well padded American butts does it take to break a French toilet seat? Six. How many Americans does it take to decide on a new toilet seat at "Mr. Bricolage"? Five. (Judy chose to look at curtains instead - go figure.) How many Americans does it take to install a French toilet seat? One with five Americans standing by hopping up and down on one foot.

Word is that more special Corvette tires had to be flown to Juneau, Alaska.