My trip didn't start too well as I got lost on the way from the airport. A slight pronunciation difference led the taxi driver to drop me at Dinard, not Dinan! After finding a very kind woman, who phoned the taxi co. for me and explained things, I finally arrived in the right place, where Rainey was waiting for me.
Rainey in her beautiful little apartment. Click here for a lovely story about this and a beautiful painting.
We visited, art exhibitions, fleamarkets, cathedrals, roamed the streets and hit the bars at night. Our favourite bar is run by a lovely man and friend of Rainey's called Alain. (More on that later!)
Ok, enough chit chat, here's the photos.
View from the castle walls that surround the town.
The street where our favourite pub was.

Me guarding the gates against Irish invaders... such as this one....
"Let me in! Let me in! I need more sewing supplies and a martini!"
Ok, now we're going to go somewhere really special. This cobbled street winds down and down to the edge of the town walls. Just down here, on the left is a magical place. Come with me gentle readers, whilst I take you on a journey of french haberdashery delight..........
Choosing one's treasures is a very serious business!
I would have loved one of these antique sewing boxes, but they were not for sale.
Here is the link to the website of this little shop of wonders. Yes, she sells online!
As you can imagine, after that we needed to sit down and recover.....













































