Brittany, Breizh, Bretagne, An Bhriotáin, whatever! Roscoff, Quimper, Brest, Roscoff
Another blast of Jetboil there and off across the bridge and into Quimper. D34. A good few miles into this we took a cycling diversion we (Mary and I) took before but it's not worth it as at the end of it as it just adds a few miles. The GPS took us right to the Cathedral. We then found a convenient hotel, the Hotel Dupleix on the side of the river opposite to the Cathedral. It's okay but ideally placed. Went for a stroll in the old town
and found few restaurants open there but went to a superb Italian place about 200 yds from the Cathedral. Great food and wine. This was an easy day, 51 miles, 2000ft or less.
Next day, misty and intermittently wet morning. North along D770 via Chateaulin.
This was a very quiet road northwards, again becoming more and more hilly. Bought cakes and Jetboil. North again until really long smooth descent to Le Faou. Had a superb lunch there in a bar restaurant. Big buffet starter, steak and chips etc. Back on bike, along by inlet and then back on our old friend D770.
Route became rather complex near Loperhet and there was a bit of navigational difficulty there which added maybe 15 mins to day. Day was lovely after lunch, being intermittently quite wet in the morning. Eventually into Brest over the old bridge
which is reserved for cyclists and walkers and then for a good bit along quays until we reached the main station, opposite which there are several hotels. There I learnt a lesson in patience. First two hotels booked out. Third hotel a little dear. They had a room but when I asked the lady where could I put our bikes she said that she'd have to ask "le Directeur" but he wasn't around at the moment. Also I'd tried to negotiate the price but the same absent chap would have to be asked. Price was 110E for the room plus breakfast. I just gave her a look and walked out. It was then she showed interest but like Maggie, I was not for turning. I persisted and got in the second next hotel a nicer room (I always look at the room) for 32E less. So we had an expensive bottle of wine that night to celebrate this financial windfall! Well, that was the official excuse! It was a stunning Riesling from Alsace. I'd cycled through the village in which it was produced, in 1994 during my Strasbourg Nice tour.