A day of textures, travels with LeClerc  and consolidation.

Brittany is fish, I love everything about fish. But fish does not love me and that breaks my heart because even fish in a supermarket here screams eat me, cook me simply and enjoy. So rather than eat fish I must devour with my eyes.

The weather was not with us today and the towns we visited were quiet. Fortunately we could reprovision using a Hypermarket.

Sleepy towns and inclement weather could be a recipe for disaster but slow  walks in unknown places are one of the great pleasures of life.

A bit of street art and the real thing.

We wandered in old graveyards and found moss like a world map and barely there inscriptions.

And the sadness of a World War 1 military graveyard where young men gave their lives for France. Not something we ever read on  British War graves as we are not a Republic. In Britain lives were given for King and Country. I prefer the directness of the French wording.

Young men who would have done useful jobs like transporting wine if they had not been fighting in a pointless war

Women were represented on our little texture hunt by cast iron fixings for shutters.

A Breton flag and Breton jumpers.

And just look at this, freshly caught crabs at our destination of three days time.

Life is full of texture today. Especially lovely when we found a tea shop open.