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- Giorno 21
- lunedì 14 luglio 2025 11:04
- ☁️ 19 °C
- Altitudine: 4 m
FranciaLéchiagat47°47’27” N 4°16’8” W
Day 21 - Happy Bastille Day

Bastille Day in France is a national holiday marking the Storming of the Bastille in Paris in 1789, a major event in the French Revolution. Formally known in French as Fête nationale française (French National Celebration), it is celebrated on July 14 each year.
Today is Bastille Day. Neither of us got out of bed until 8.30am our latest lie in so far. We made do with just a biscuit with our coffee for breakfast.
The anticipated rain arrived at 10am causing us to huddle under our awning for 20 minutes until it passed and brightened up. At 10.45am we set out in the car and abandoned it in a beach car park. We then walked the remaining mile or so along the coastal path into Guilvinec.
The port in Guilvinec was the opposite of a hive of activity due to it being the National Holiday. We strolled round the inactive harbour and did a recce of the restaurants and bars for subsequent visits.
At 12.10pm, we arrived at Entre Nous, a top-rated local restaurant, where we had a table reserved. We took our seats and ordered a shared starter of lamb corn dogs with a small glass of local cider each.
The cider was mixed with lager and very refreshing. The corn dogs weren’t quite what we were expecting. They were effectively a small lamb sausage wrapped in fried bread with an accompaniment of onions cooked 2 ways, pickled radish and mustard. I enjoyed it more than Jackie
For mains, Jackie ordered the locally sourced Moules with Frites and I ordered a cheese burger! To drink we ordered a small jug of the house Chardonnay. It was all very tasty. The dinner also came with a small basket of bread.
I was kicking myself that we hadn’t ordered any salted butter that Brittany is renowned for. So I took the unusual AND brave step of dipping my bread in Jackie’s creamy moules sauce. I enjoyed, but to be honest I couldn’t taste any fishiness, just cream and herbs.
It was a lovely lunch that ended with a coffee in the sunshine.
The restaurant was full when we left, including two customers of note. The first was a blind man who had a table reserved with the best views. Seemed a waste!
The 2nd was a lady with her very well groomed Labrador. We had witnessed her on our walk in, brushing the dog’s ears on a first floor balcony and whom we had said ‘Bonjour’ to when she caught me taking a photo of her.
We walked along the coast back to our car feeling bloated. Jackie was threatening to shove the electric pump up my backside and suck the trapped wind out of me. I think she was only joking!
We returned to our spot on the beach where our entertainment was a Dad and his family with a small sailing dinghy. After hauling it down to the water’s edge, hoisting the sail, he and his son jumped in fully clad in life jackets.
It turned out the Dad was more of an incompetent sailor than I was paddle boarder. The dinghy flapped and lurched about in the gentle waves on the shoreline with Dad, the hapless buffoon, steering the rudder whilst his son just lay in the boat staring at him. The dinghy against the incoming tide never got more than 5ft away from the shore. Instead it just dragged along in the current for about 30yards, before Dad jumped out and towed them back to their starting point.
I was crying with laughter to the point that Jackie was afraid they could hear me.
After the process was repeated for a second time, the son abandoned ship and marched back up the beach. The mother then came down to offer advice, before Dad had two more unsuccessful attempts to set sail before giving it as a bad job.
With such great entertainment we had a lovely afternoon basking in the warm, not hot, sunshine until just before 6pm when it clouded over.
When we got in the car, the stereo was playing The Sun Ain’t Gonna Shine Anymore by The Walker Brothers, which seemed very apt, but not accurate because it was a gloriously sunny evening.
Returning to camp we discovered that a small awning had been set up selling Crêpes between 6pm and 9pm. Despite being still slightly stuffed from lunch, we decided it was too good an opportunity not to sample another of Brittany’s delicacies.
At 7.45pm after my shower, I intended to buy a Crêpe, but he was quite busy, so I tactically returned to the tent for a wine break. Not long after 8pm, I returned to discover the queue was now even longer, but we had now set our hearts on trying his Crêpes. I had no choice but to join the queue.
The pop-up Crêperie was staffed by just one slow (or thorough) old man, bizarrely from Entre Nous, who wasn’t going to be rushed however long the queue. People were ordering 4 or 5 Crêpes at a time and I was in danger of not getting served until tomorrow.
I sent an update message to Jackie who was back at the tent drinking wine. She helpfully messaged back that she would bring my airbed up if it got too late.
It was virtually 9pm when I got to the front of the queue, when Jackie mysteriously appeared, not to relieve me but to go to the loo after probably 6 glasses of wine whilst I was queuing.
I bought one of the specials, a savoury buckwheat Crêpe known as a Galette, with Emmental, Camembert and Pommes. I delivered it to camp where we ravaged it from the same plate.
We then heated up the remaining Spag Bol and did our best to finish it before having an early night.
Song of the Day - The Sun Ain’t Gonna Shine Anymore by The Walker Brothers.Leggi altro