No pictures of the ferry crossing as it was overnight. It was done in a howling gail and raining heavily. I wasn't feeling the best by the time we arrived at Roscoff and glad to get off!
Flowers arrived on our doorstep before we emerged on the first morning, put there by the daughter of our former neighbour Norbert, Patricia.
The new neighbour across the road is a landscape gardener so his piece of the river bank is vastly improved.
They're pulling down the old Girls school/catering college at the top end of town to make way for a medical centre. Can't see why they couldn't have made use of the old buildings.
The publican at the "Trois Marchands", Christian with his magnificent collection of LP's.
One old head banger beam on the mezzanine floor in our house. Gone already!
A cheese and wine evening with Gail overlooking the park from the back room. Our visit overlapped by 10 days before Gail returned to Australia.
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