St. Malo

One of the prettiest town we visited was St. Malo. We might have missed it if we hadn’t needed to go there to catch the ferry to the UK. We left our friends in Fougères and waited for the bus to take us to St. Malo. We had a good set of luggage with us, but the more we had to travel without our van, the more we cursed the luggage.

img092aThe first thing we did in St. Malo was find a hotel. The Hotel Marguerite suited us just fine with it’s lacy curtains and bidet in the bathroom. The stairs to the upper floors were so narrow that anyone needing to move furniture in or out of these buildings had to do it through the windows with a set of ropes and pulleys.

img031This walled town by the seaside took quite a shelling from enemy ships during the war, we were told, and the evidence was still to be found in the walls on the seaward side. Again, I’ve painted out some of the people in the photos.

img039a img037It was a beautiful, warm, autumn day and we had a leisurely lunch on the water’s edge.

Someone offered to take our picture and it wasn’t until later that we realized that the person could easily have run away with our camera. But we were trusting souls.

img095aA little sightseeing around town:

A restaurant where I wanted to have breakfast was closed until much later in the day.

img098a img096aA man who looked like he had only one leg was actually getting ready to kick a rubber ball for his very fast border collie to retrieve. The dog often caught the  ball on the first bounce as it came off the wall. Then he went to a higher part of the ground and dropped the ball, giving it a nudge to roll it back to his master. Fascinating to watch!

img097Another man told stories and entertained a crowd of young teenagers.

img118We were surprised to find a statue of Jacques Cartier in the place from which he is supposed to have sailed to Canada. On the Canadian side, in Gaspé, there is a monument dedicated to the same brave man, celebrating his arrival.

img094aAt last we had to take a taxi to the ferry terminal for our trip across the channel.


First we had to clear Customs. Those heavy suitcases were a nuisance as we stood in line with our passports ready, so we set them on the floor in front of us and nudged them along with our feet whenever the line crawled ahead. Behind us, an impatient man was practically breathing down my neck. He tried to go around me but I stayed close to the person in front of me to keep my place in line. He was fidgety and agitated, shuffling from one foot to the other, stretching his neck to see around me to find a way to jump the queue. We were almost at the checkpoint where we would show the Customs agent our passports when the man stepped right over my suitcase and pushed into line in front of me. I thought, if he needs to be up there so badly, let him go ahead. We’re all getting on the same ferry. The Customs agent took his passport, and then motioned for him to step aside to an area behind their counter. They searched his pockets and patted him down. Another agent stamped our passports and waved us through to board the ferry to Portsmouth. As I looked back, the agents were still going through the agitated man’s carry-on bag with a fine-toothed comb.

We said goodbye to France and looked forward to a short visit to Portsmouth and London. See you there next time.

35 thoughts on “St. Malo

  1. I enjoyed this. Throughout I wondered what it would be like there today, with the people and with the towns. I wonder if the simple justice for the line-jumper would take place now too.


    • I think they would really be watching for people like him. He was so fidgety he drew a lot of attention to himself. With the terrorism worries nowadays, I’m sure they would have hauled him aside and x-rayed his back teeth before letting him board the ferry.


  2. I have really enjoyed this trip with you and Hubby… I wonder today if you had an agitated person behind you like that, if you’d even get on the ferry, he could be a terrorist today… and would it not have been nice to have the new suitcases of today with wheels that one just tows along behind you.?.


    • Wheels!!! Yes!!! These suitcases were of excellent quality, given us by my in-laws. We still have them after all this time and they’re in good shape, BUT they are the cause of torn rotator cuffs and that’s when I put my foot down and bought a suitcase with wheels just last year. Should have done that years ago.
      And no, I don’t think I would get on that ferry nowadays with a guy like that getting on it too.


  3. I must be quite naive as would never have occurred to me that a friendly local might be looking for a slightly used camera to pilfer.
    The nasty fellow who cut in front of you probably fell under the “random check” category and you went sailing thru..good move!


  4. Oh boy, an agitated man like that might make me think he was suspicious. It’s no wonder they took him aside. The dog in that photo looks almost like my dog, Max (an Australian Shepherd). Max can catch balls off the wall too, but of course, I don’t kick it, I throw it. That dog could be an Aussie with a tail or a border collie. I miss seeing your lovely faces in the photos. You can sure tell it was the seventies by the clothes. 😉 I enjoy going along with you on this nostalgic trip.


    • I had so many bad hair days while travelling for so long that I often wore a scarf (which wasn’t flattering) and when I didn’t, I hated to see my hair just hanging without the benefit of curlers or hairspray or a good haircut. And my husband doesn’t really want to be on my blog, so he asked me to paint him out. A shame, really.


  5. I enjoyed this part of your trip through Europe very much again. Nice little town – too bad there isn´t a picture of you and hubby!
    I think today this man in your line would be even worse off than in those times. I am looking forward to the next adventure of yours.


  6. All right. You’ve taken me all over continental Europe, and now you make me want to go to France too. Love the photos, thanks for sharing. Just feeling nostalgic for long lost summer holidays now…. 🙂


  7. You are really making me want to figure out a way to get my husband to travel again. Your posts are fabulous. He refuses to travel now because he hates to fly (long story) and has severe celiac so it’s difficult with the food.


  8. The man has one leg and the dog has running blades! But that man actually fits in well with your collection of headless tourists. Beautiful pictures, and I so enjoy your memories of this trip 🙂


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