Goodbye Land of the Horses

I’ve left Landivisiau for Rennes, where I’ll stay for two weeks before flying out of France. From goats to anarchists, and farms to markets. The smell of manure wafted into the car as we drove from Brittany’s heart to its capital.




In addition to cheeses and vegetables, the Saturday market in downtown Rennes has a notable seafood section. After the market ends, the city workers come out with their street cleaning machines to hose down and sweep the day’s debris. A fishy mist rises up and attacks innocent passerby.



Nearly all buildings in Brittany are made of concrete or stone. But some older ones in Rennes are wooden, with a notable eterior that reveals its beams. French tourists recognize the image from postcards, and take pictures as they walk through the market’s aisles.