My Time in France–in Photos (part 2)

These past two and a half weeks days, I have been riding my bike around the northern part of France. The first week was split between the northern part of Burgundy and Bretagne, to re-familiarize myself with the two regions before leading bike tours in both.

The second week, I took my first group along the Brittany coast, culminating in a night on Mont-Saint-Michel, which is technically in Normandy. After driving the bikes back to Paris, I caught a train down to Auxerre, in Northern Burgundy to meet my second group.

I have only a couple more days in Bourgogne, and then a few days in Paris before I return to sweltering Houston.

My little group and I reluctantly climbed out of Dinan, headed to the coast and the beach town of Dinard, right across the Rance estuary from Saint-Malo.

Like elsewhere in France, many of the roads in Brittany are tree-lined and breezy.

Brittany is littered with beaches, many of which are virtually empty 11 months out of the year.

Oysters and champagne continued to be a theme.

I also set up a mini champagne tasting on the water in Dinard.

After a couple of days in Dinard, we made our way to Mont-St-Michel, passing by this rather odd dog-perch.

Just outside of the Mont, I took the bikes from the group and put them on to a bus that would take them to the “Rock” where we were to stay the night. It is no longer legal to ride bikes on Mont-Saint-Michel, but I was able to get a special dispensation since I had to leave at 5:30 the next morning.

As I stated, we had a hotel on the Mont for the night, which meant more oysters and more champagne.

Since we were staying the night, we were able to visit the basilica at night, which is one of the more amazing experiences of my life.

I could have posted hundreds of photos and still fail to capture the beauty.

Sunset from the ramparts is captivating.

Cloisters are a favorite of mine (a close second to flying buttresses).

I must have taken 50 photos alone of the central spire.

This was the view from my room, which I did not realize until when I woke at 5:30 a.m.

Leaving just before sunrise.

 

 

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About the drunken cyclist

I have been an occasional cycling tour guide in Europe for the past 20 years, visiting most of the wine regions of France. Through this "job" I developed a love for wine and the stories that often accompany the pulling of a cork. I live in Houston with my lovely wife and two wonderful sons.
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