We drive for some time along the English Channel. Sandy beaches give way to rocks. And again sandy beaches. And here is the department of Finistè re - "the end of the earth.
In the morning, we finally leave Saint-Malo. Rain is coming. For the first time, Brittany looks like herself. The postcards I've seen in Saint-Malo and bought some are ironic about the climate.
When we were returning from Dinant to Saint-Malo in the middle of the day, the guide asked: who wants to go to Fort Latte and Cap Frehel? There were 5-6 people who wanted to.
From Saint-Malo we went on an excursion to Dinant. I hoped that we would spend the whole day there, finally going nowhere. Alas. We went again in a quick way, for half a day.
We cross the border river Couesnon and find ourselves in Brittany. This is where I wanted to go for a long time. The route raised doubts that I would see the Brittany that I imagine.