If I wasn't living in France...

...the following post would make me out to be a rich, spoiled brat. But, seeing as how France is my adopted country until May (I just got my residency card), I won't feel bad about decribing this past Sunday.

At about 18h 45 (6:45 p.m.) on Saturday night, my partner in crime, Megan, and I decided that the following day would be an excellent day to hop on the train and spend the afternoon at the sea. (The preface about the 'spoiled brat' comes from the fact that Vermont has no sea coast, so any day trips in that direction would require a little chunk of money to charter a plane.)

With 5 minutes to spare, we found ourselves seated in 2nd class compartment, on a high-speed train to St. Malo.

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Boat and gorgeous weather:
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Many boats, still gorgeous weather:***
You know you've got sailing down when you can parallel park your boat here:
Also, as it happens, Brittany is home to some of the most challenging sailing in the world, which helps the Brittons train and maintain a strong hold on the competitive, international sailing scene.
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Low tide at St. Malo and Megan and I walked to the end and back (with a café break in the middle):
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The catherdral of the village. I think my camera did a good job of catching the light cast by the stained glass.
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Another angle (This church was working it that day):
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The grave of Jacques Cartier (anyone remember why he's famous? Beuller?):And just so there's no confusion, I was present in class the day they went over M. Cartier's importance.
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Beautiful. Also, it was a little on the brisk side, but I'll be damned if there weren't a handful of headstrong swimmers taking the dive into the La Manche.
Hope you liked the slideshow and the commentary. I should take fewer pictures, as it's tricky to think of witty little blurbs for them all. And if you don't think it's witty, keep it to yourself and let me have my blissful ignorance.

Going to Paris tomorrow night. A dimanche! (Until Sunday.)