There's this one line of high tension lines that has a stork nest on Every Single One, for a couple of miles, somewhere south of Rochefort, on the road from Marennes. After the first few nests, the local government decided to equipe the centers of the pylons with platforms, to encourage the storks to nest there. Some of them still nest at the edges anyway.
La Rochelle. Great little port, with tides of more than 6 feet. At low tide the last rows of boats are aground in the mud, and we saw lots of good-sized fish swimming around the inevitable debris down there. Then the water came in and made everything pretty. Magic!
Lighthouses solidly on the mainland, not on precarious islands or even outlying points of land.
Hey, the People who put Rocks on Top of Other Rocks were here!
There he is, the Card Player, awaiting his delicious lunch of local micro-brew, a complicated savory crepe involving potatos and ham, and for dessert a crepe with salted caramel on it. Mmmm. At the Bigoudène - I knew it was a good idea to keep strolling until I found the restaurant with the little something extra.
After lunch, a bit of window shopping, then a trip on the boatbus out to the really really really huge port. Well, for France. San Diego's is larger, but in a town of 100 times more people.