Penne Cole's thoughts on food, travel and more
We arrive at the city walls just in time to catch the sunset, and what a breath-taking one it is. We are in Brittany, drawn by Saint-Malo’s famous neighbour, Mont-Saint-Michel. But I find that it is Saint-Malo that captures my heart instead.
Maybe it was because of the sunset. I love sunsets. I love the long, slow moments when the sun slips below the horizon and the sky is painted in hues of orange and red that slowly fade to black. The one in Saint-Malo is particularly spectacular. We linger on the ramparts of the walled city, admiring the view, each lost in our own thoughts.
Maybe I like Saint-Malo more than Mont-Saint-Michel because of the food. Perched on the seaside, Saint-Malo is famous for its seafood, and what a variety there is. We order an enormous platter to share, and gorge ourselves on oysters, crabs, sea snails and more. It is my first encounter with sea snails or bulot, as the French call them, and they are briny, peppery, and unexpectedly delicious. I didn’t like the smaller periwinkles, though. Too much effort to eat, methinks.
Perhaps most of all, I liked Saint-Malo best because it is such a beautiful town. The walled city is filled with narrow, cosy cobblestoned streets. As night falls and the warm glow of the street lamps light up the town, I am transported back in time to another world.
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