ah, now where were we...

The salt ponds at Guerande were resting while we were there. I think that special something about this salt must be bird poop. I bought a kilo, and JP got 5, for making salt-crusted fish. We will see how that works out.

 Then we spent the morning making our way up the coast around Piriac, with many stops to admire the view.

 There he is, not playing cards.

It looked like rain for a while, and when we sat down to a wonderful lunch of shellfish and crepes we didn't know if we'd be going on for a tour around the Brière marsh wildlife preserve, or to Le Croisic for more bridge.