French spit

 We dropped into Piampol as it is a 'City of Character'. Another port town of stone buildings, etc. As we were there at lunchtime everything was closed. It's amazing how quiet a French town can be at mid-day.

 In '44 the Germans decided to defend Piampol (ie, destroy its port and try to waste as much American blood and material as possible) so the port area has been rebuilt. There still appears to be significant areas where the older buildings survived though, as I think most of the fighting was outside the town.

The Bretons seem to have a strong national identity. Locations are all in both French and Breton, which is a branch of gaelic. We noticed house names starting with Ker quite a bit on the Ile de Brehat, and many villages also start that way. Turns out it is related to the Car in Cardiff, etc, and originally meant defensive place. In the area we are in now many names are prefaced with Tre (branch church) or Plou (parish), or end with c'h - not French forms. Here's a quick guide. 

Our inverter had stopped working so we pulled into a garage and asked if he could fix it. I was pretty sure it was a blown fuse but unsure how to safely remove the inverter from the power so I could open it and change the fuse. The garage sorted it in pretty short time, and now I know what to do to avoid zapping myself if it happens again.

Then we had a geographic oddity to check out. There is a spit of shingle/sand that stretches 3km out from the coast at Sillon de Talbert (lit: bridge of Talbert). We started to walk it but it was pretty hard going underfoot and J's footware wasn't up to the challenge. Never wear heels on a beach J. (Just kidding, you should wear heels everywhere.) We were at full low tide anyway and it kind of loses its impact when it is not flanked by water. So we only got a short way before turning back.

The sillon does a bit of an S - to the left of shot then to the right again.

It must have been considered interesting enough that a private jet buzzed over at only a couple hundred feet.

Anyway, onwards and, um, westwards. We stopped at the riverside at Treguier, another 'city of character'. The big tidal range can be seen here as well, though we are on the Jaudy river several kms from the sea.

Low-ish

High-ish

Some fancy carved decorations on this building, so they may have had a little wealth. Now an optician. Odd origins of the word - originally 'little moon' and denoting a crescent shape, so presumably the style of spectacle that had just a top or bottom frame for the lens? Or perhaps the lens itself which is a crescent from the edge?

Does my arse look big in this?

Town gates on the port side

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