|I'm in Nantes but before we get to Nantes I want to talk about the toilet situation. It seems that it's very common in French households to have a true water closet (WC). That is, the toilet (and ONLY the toilet) is in a little room the size of a closet. No sink. No shower. Nada. Three times now. Twice I had a room with an en suite bathroom - but no toilet. Just a shower and a sink. The third time it was a shared bathroom but again, the toilet was down the hall in a closet. The first time I encountered this it was in Marseille and I chalked it up to the apartment being in an old building so maybe only one sewage pipe per apartment. Same with Bordeaux I figured. But here in Nantes I'm in a newer home in a residential neighborhood. I have a lovely en suite bathroom with no toilet. It's just strange. So when you use the toilet you have to go somewhere else to wash your hands. In Marseille it was even more interesting because not only was the toilet down the hall in a closet, my private en suite bathroom had a bidet. Soooooo let me get this straight. You go down that hall to use the toilet, pull up your pants, walk back to your own private bathroom, and then pull down your pants to use the bidet? Wtf? This makes no sense to me at all. And I'm sorry for the bathroom humor but everything I'm saying is true and I just don't understand it and I want my friends to be prepared. Ok, fine, I'll move on.
So Nantes. What a lovely city! Very efficient tram and bus service. Beautiful gardens and historic buildings including the Chateau des Ducs de Bretagne (where the dukes of Brittany lived). See pic. It actually still has water in part of the mote.
Last day in Nantes heading to the Ouibus. It's not even 60F degrees so I decided today I'd wear my only pair of long pants that I brought on this trip since they take up too much room. (My Trondheim friends are thinking, uh she's going to freeze here.) So anyways, there's good news and bad news. The good news is my jeans fit. The bad news is I'm on my last belt notch. Sigh. I decide that I'm going to order a salad next time instead of the steak frites or croque madame. I take the bus and tram to where the Ouibus picks up but I'm early and it's already 10:30 and I've eaten nothing yet so I do what the French do and head to the Boulangerie. I ask for "une" croissant" and stayed away from the pan au chocolat. Apparently my une sounds like due - I was wondering why it cost so much - so I got two croissants. There is a law in France that forbids you to throw away a perfectly good croissant. So far my diet plan is shot to hell and it's not even midi (noon). I was going to take a picture of all the croissant flakes all over my black shirt but I decided the old men drinking wine across from me at 10:30 in the morning (I'm not throwing stones here I'm just making an observation) may think it a lewd act so I just brushed them off. I think I had their attention anyways. SAT.
Nantes is very clean and has a really nice city center with a lot of fun stores. Good window shopping. I can't buy anything because I don't have any room for anything. This is probably a good thing since I'm on a budget.
Nantes is on the Loire river in Upper Brittany.
On to Dinan.