August 18, 2012, Breakfast at Hotel Lechin; Picnic Lunch at
Carnac
We got up at 6:40 a.m. and dressed and walked outside to
watch the diurnal shift from night to day.
Unfortunately, we were a little late, but saw a wonderful sun rise. Then we went in to take a shower and go to
breakfast. I ate something I have never had before, chunky apple sauce in a
small plastic container. Unfortunately,
I ate a croissant that was so buttery that it gave me indigestion. We then drove to Guerande for its Saturday
market. The medieval city of Guerande
was delightful, walled with ramparts and gates and full of people enjoying the
market day. We had everything we needed
for lunch, so we just bought bread, but then we saw some plastic coated cloth
with lovely pink and red flowers printed on it.
We bought 10 meters of it so we can run it the length of five six foot
tables along the length of the banquette in the new garden area. We then walked down another arm of the
market toward another gate of the Medieval City of Guerandé
and saw a fruite de mer restaurant named Au Gre des Marees that had a fresh wooden carton of oysters
sitting on the counter. Even though it was 10:30 a.m. we decided to eat a dozen
oysters and a glass of wine. Wi the assistance of the waiter, we selected two
different oysters from two different bays along the Breton coast just north of
Guerandé. One was buttery in flavor with a shell that
was not as concave as the other. Also
the more concave was colder, so you would get a larger amount of cold salt
water, which was a real eye opener.
On our way back to the car, we stopped at the Tourist
information Office and inquired about salt production in the area. Apparently Guerandé is and has been a center for
production of sea salt for a very long time.
We decided to drive through the salt lagoons on our way back to Batz sur
Mer , but for the moment we had to push on the Carnac.
Let me say how
wonderful the Tourist information office system is in France. Every town of any size has at least one and
they are positioned strategically at main squares and always have bathrooms and
most speak English and they can direct you to any place in their area. There is another tip that travelers to the
beaches in France should know and that is that rentals begin and end on
Saturday around 11:00 a.m., so driving to a beach resort, such as Carnac or
Belle isle on a Saturday morning can be a daunting experience. After a two hour drive through some terribly
congested traffic we arrived at the peninsula on which Carnac is located and
made our way to the town of Carnac and then to the megaliths. There are over 3000 megaliths and several
barrows (dolmen in Celtic) at Carnac which makes it the largest Neolithic monumental
site in the world. The arrangement of
the stones is pretty straightforward.
They are arranged in rows from smaller to larger as the alignments
ascend small hills until they reach the top of the hill or terminus where there
is typically an enclosure of megaliths.
There were seven or eight rows of stones running about two
miles with several larger stones arranged in an alter grouping like at
Stonehenge and several barrows or dolmen or burial mounds beside the center of
the stone rows, so this is far from a
random monument. What is not known at
this time is why was this arrangement of stones created at this place 6000
years ago. There are several theories,
but I like Suzette’s theory the best.
Suzette thinks the array celebrated the club of persons who had eaten
three thousand oysters each. I guess
you can call it the Clan of the Happy Oyster Eaters
After we walked two alignments and around a cairn we ate
lunch in the woods beside the largest Alignment de Kermanario beside some
German tourists who kindly gave us knives and forks, napkins and plates. We ate our chevre coated with herbs, a wonder
soft cow cheese and Ousseo Irkvoy? (a Basque cheese). ham and melon slices,
wild boar railletes, duck pate, salami, on fresh baguette with a
wonderful pasta salad we made with melon, cherry tomatoes pasta, ham and
pickled beets.
After lunch we drove back to Guerandé and diverted around it to Pretal
and the Terre de Sal, which is a cooperative that controls much of the sea salt
production in the area. We stopped at
the Salt Museum and Suzette bought 5 kg of fin salt, which is finer than gros
but is still made from the grey salt that is harvested from the boom of the
salt ponds and not as fine or white as the fleur that is skimmed off the top of
the water. We stopped and talked to some
salt guys who had a a salt flat that they were harvesting salt from. It was like hippies in California growing pot
but, in France and in the salt flats.
The flats are lined with clay on the bottom, and they let
salt water in and the sun and wind drive the water off and at the end of the
day around 5:00 p.m. the salt guys come out for two or three hours and harvest
the salt. They sell to the cooperative,
unless they have a relationship with some restaurants.
After the salt flats we went into Baule, which turned out to
be a beach scene with hundreds of thousands of people on a ten mile beach. We did not like the beach scene although we
sat at a small restaurant/bistro/bar on the beach and I had a cidré
de Bretagne and Suzette stayed with Stella Artois and walked the beach and
found a few gastropods.
We were not hungry at the end of the day so we did not eat
dinner and went to bed around 11:00 p.m.
Bon Appetit