Days three and four: Brittany.

Rennes was everything I had hoped Paris would be: French and beautiful, populated but not overcrowded, vibrant yet personable.

Brittany is known for its crêpes, not pancakes! Baken on Demand!

The town of Dinan was even more compelling in the morning light.

The coffee that accompanied this sugar tube cost 6 euros. Talk about a Freudian slip!

And then we went home.

Friday the Thirteenth!

Friday the thirteenth comes but twice a year! My friends and I celebrated with a roadtrip to the north west French coast visiting tiny old towns along the way. More photos soon!