Saint Nazaire–La Baule
After 75 clicks, a 5 1/2 hour ride, and the windy crossing of a 4 km suspension bridge spanning the Loire, we arrived in Saint Nazaire at 17 H Thursday evening…
…and bid adieu to our familiar and friendly bikes…
…called a taxi and sat down with the best beer I’ve ever tasted…
…and arrived in la Baule…
…dipped our toes in the Atlantic…
…and ate some crêpes Saint Jacques a la Bretagne to celebrate our achievement.
582 km (362 miles) in total over 9 days.
So much more to the story, and I’m excited to share it with you when I have more to work with than my iPhone.
Strangely I’m missing my bike and the daily ride, but pleased as punch and looking forward to a few days of chillin’ on the beach, playing cards, and catching up with friends.
Stay tuned for the details…
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Oh, man! That crepe looks amazing! Is it seafood? La Baule looks wonderful as well!
Scallops. Delicious — I think I’ll go back for more today.
Haha, yes! By all means, go for it! Eat all the lobsters you can!
Whoops, scallops, I mean ;P
Ooh, it’s always a little bit sad when a journey ends 😦 but looking forward to the rest of the story.
Enjoy your time on the beach!
Thanks Melinda. I can’t believe it’s come and gone already. It was an amazing trip.
Hoorah! Well done and well deserved beer (even if it was Kronenberg!). Look forward to more details.
Coming soon…
Indeed …what an achievement. Well done. In awe…
It was a great adventure…looking forward to the next one!
BRAVO BRAVO et encore BRAVO !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Marie-Françoise
Merci! Still so pleased you were with us to start the journey. xx
You made it…how many wonderful things you’ve seen! Your trip has reminded me of a bike trip I did when I was in my mid-twenties. It was called RAGBRAI, which is an acronym for an annual bike ride across Iowa. It was about 350 miles over a week’s time, and I realized at the end that I was in the best shape I’d ever been in my life (contrary to popular belief, Iowa is very hilly). Unlike the food that you ate along the way in France, we were often greeted along the back roads of Iowa by people handing out homemade pie and lemonade. I’ll never forget it! Enjoy the beach…I’m so envious! xo
Sounds like a wonderful memory with pie and lemonade to boot.