Sunday morning was the last day of the French summer holidays and the roads are apparently mental. Mental isn’t on this trips agenda and having not made any reservations for the next couple of days we decided to stay put, let the French queue and be on our way the following day.
We also had new neighbours in a modest motor home.
The mornings start was a fairly lazy affair, so lazy in fact it started a mile up the road with lunch in Ars on Re square.
There are a few restaurants in the square and they all look very nice, we picked the one that had a table for two, it also had moules avec frites on the menu. Lolly had Foie Gras to start and the amount that arrived was more than she could handle, I had duck slices with some kind of terrine and foie gras too.
For our mains Lolly had the aforementioned moules avec frites and I had a lovely pasta with tatragon, whole prawns and scallops, much happier Lolly!
Lolly ordered the whole meal in French which she says is a holiday achievement!
Lunch cost us all the euros we had on us so we cycled back to camp and decided to let our food go down before venturing out again.
Our next port of call was St Martin De Re, we got there by following one of the many cycle routes across the island, they love cycling here so much so that in th towns each house has a steel ring concreted into the wall for you to chain your bike too.
The ride takes you past all sorts of places including the salt plains and oyster beds, both stink but it’s still a nice enough ride.
St Martin De Re is a fortified harbour town and when we arrived it was heaving, a bit like Padstow is during the summer. We had a wander around the harbour and concluded it wasn’t quite as romantic and picturesque as we’d imagined.
I did spot a boat in the harbour that reminded me of my dad’s old boat the Affinte II.
The ice cream shop looked really popular so we decided to find out what all the fuss was about.
They were good ice creams, I had chocolate and specaloo flavour and Lolly had chocolate and brownie. We had a look round the lanes which were typically French, old houses with wooden shutters and cobbled streets, it was starting to get cold so we unlocked the bikes and made for home.
We covered a fair few miles.