It's finally here, the long-awaited sun. - We leave Camping Grouin and this view. Next, we want to explore the Pointe de Grouin. There is a parking lot just a few hundred meters behind the campsite. From here, a small path leads to the bizarre rocks of the headland. Sitting here and enjoying the salty air, watching the anglers and gazing at the rugged Ile des Landes simply makes you happy. Who would have thought that after this view, an even more beautiful one awaits us?
A small semicircle made of quarry stone stands at the top in front. Two tiles have been placed here to explain the picture you see behind it. Here you can find explanations of the individual islands, the lighthouse, etc. First I see Le Mont-Saint-Michel on the tile and only then do I see Le Mont-Saint-Michel protruding from the sea in the distance. As on almost all ledges, one of the many WW2 bunkers can also be seen here. But it's not so much the bunker that fascinates me as the street art: an egg hand grenade with a French beret chasing a pig. - "sale Boche"? - Reminds me a little of the movie Inglourious Basterds.
We hike back towards Bulli. - Once again we head along the coast towards Saint-Malo. At Le Verger, we turn off towards the beach: according to the signs, the road is only up to 1.70 m wide, but the Bulli still fits. Through reeds we reach a beautiful sandy beach. Now it's time for a swim. The Atlantic is not exactly warm, but it is wonderfully refreshing. Before we leave the beach and continue on our gateway, we visit the Chapelle du Verger, a chapel built in 1869. It is said that the chapel was built on a place of prayer for Cancalais sailors.
We only drive through Saint-Malo slowly with Hector. There's just too much going on here because it's Saturday and we still have some shopping to do. Speaking of shopping, the supermarkets remind me of KDW. The selection is sensational. Here are two examples: A section of the canned fish selection and the corresponding fresh produce section.
We find our pitch for the night at Camping de la Baie, on Rue Tertre de la Fontaine, between the headland of Le Grouinde la Fosse and Pointe du Chatelet. - We are running late, and when we try to enter the campsite shortly after 6 p.m., a vehicle blocks our way. - The "boss" on her way home. But not only does she open the gate for us, we also have a free choice of seats* - we take the front row towards the sea and set up. Only when Torgit is finally seated with a glass of wine and I with a glass of whisky in my hand do we realize how wonderful the view really is. Directly opposite is Fort la Latte, one of our destinations for tomorrow.
*Insight of the day: The last will be first after all.
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