Home Again:

by | Mar 4, 2024 | Uncategorized | 0 comments

I walked to the lapping waves at St-Jean-du-Doigt to clean the mud from the Catacombs off my trainers

Following a week of almost constant drinking in the UK and a further week touring Paris with Joe, the time came to go home. It was eerie walking the empty streets of Montparnasse at six am, reminding me of Nick’s very same journey; which I posted yesterday.

I entered the station in a very different scenario, packed with travellers, all staring at the monitor waiting notification of the platform for the first train, my train, to Brest via Morlaix.

This monstrous snake of eighteen carriages carried nine hundred people and was fully booked. I managed to get seat 891 at the very end of the train. I felt like I’d walked halfway to Rennes before I eventually took my seat. The journey was smooth, without incident and in just over three hours, we arrived in Morlaix, Brittany, a world away from the capital. Alain was waiting and took me for a coffee before heading back.

I slept for three hours then showered and took Shimamoto to the coast. The view was exceptional and I could already feel the blood pressure stabilising. I walked to the lapping waves at St-Jean-du-Doigt to clean the mud from the Catacombs off my trainers, as I was told to do, by she who must be obeyed. This idyllic spot was populated by a dozen or so people and several dogs, a crowd, by Breton standards, at this time of year.

Following a twenty kilometre drive home, where I passed three cars and a tractor; the evening was rounded off with homemade sushi accompanied by a bottle of Affligem. Home Sweet Home.

…homemade sushi accompanied by a bottle of Affligem.

Here’s part one of the new ‘un, inspired by my Parisian adventures. Enjoy!

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