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Typical church

Our street

Leaving Carnac, the woman driving the bus was wearing high heels and a sort of slinky black dress. I thought maybe she came to work directly from a night of disco.

At the train station, we had not one but two cups of coffee with our croissants.

I managed to figure out the Nantes City tram system, so we had minimal walking to our low-end hotel. It was a two star place. Our room was four flights up with no lift (elevator). No fan, no AC, right on the street above many noisy cafes, but otherwise secure and reasonably clean.

Nantes is a walkable town proud of its recent aggressive redevelopment and renovation of historic sites. Green lines on the walkways linked with the tourist brochure guide you through neighborhoods to interesting spots with a bit of English tucked into interpretive signs.

Our area is a sort of "Chinatown," and we loved the fresh spring rolls and noodles with chicken from the tiny Asian spot right across the street.

We walked ourselves into exhaustion, rested, then went for a final stroll to the monument to the abolition of slavery. France profited shamefully from the trans-Atlantic slave trade for centuries.

Dinner was a 4th of July special at an American-diner themed place called the Madison Street Diner. I had the "cannibal" pizza and Mo had the fixed price menu featuring fish and chips while the TV showed episodes of Happy Days. Mo also made friends with the musical duo entertaining us with an incredible variety of instruments to make up for passable vocals.

After an earplug obligatory night and a mostly carb breakfast, we are leaving France for Scotland.

We have agreed to return to France soon to see Mont San Michele. With or without Jean Valjean.

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