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Marina du Moulin Blanc
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Around the
Rue Moufftarde nearby was a dazzling display of food in shops and
stalls. Bread,
wine and faith may go a long way, but the other stuff is nice
as well. My wee man with the fingersticks
reminds us of the need for circuses too! Eh bien, 10 Euro on the Ryanair
bus from Porte Maillot next day took us to Beauvais, for our 40 Euro
flight to Shannon. If things go on like this, the Biddies will be
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| On Easter night
I was heading back to France with Fiona and our Matthew, this time
on the Roscoff ferry from Cork. After arriving on a very sleepy early
Easter morning, we enjoyed breakfast and Mass in that pleasant town
before heading on for Brest. Back
at the Marina du Moulin Blanc, things were equally sleepy on Easter
Monday morning, in the line of work. No such thing as getting the
sails I left in to be repaired till the Tuesday. All the sailing shops
around the Marina closed too, even the Centre Municipal de Voile,
another impressive bit of French socialism. Rows of wee boats and
every facility for taking nippers sailing; it seems everyone gets
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| But I'm glad the French still take their holidays seriously,
many of them just out strolling around en famille. It was great to
join them in the nearby gardens. Still, at least one bloke found something
more important to do, catching
shrimps on the big spring ebbs. He has a smashing wee vivier tank
in tow! |
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