Having grown up in a city of high rise buildings (not bones), I’m easily captivated by medieval towns with cobbled streets and quaint houses. No surprises why Dinan was on my to go list in France.
It was also in Dinan where I was reminded to stop and smell the roses. That the best experiences came from wandering around, not squeezing in as much places of interests in each trip.
With no research done, we first stopped by the tourist counter to grab a map that came with 2 walking tour routes. We happily followed one and got lost halfway through.
The pretty streets of Dinan. I half expected characters from fairy tales to be getting on with their lives here but no, didn’t see any.
The car looks slightly out of place.
Some of my favorite buildings. If you look closely, you’ll actually see that these buildings here is not particularly straight. I wonder how long has these buildings been here. I imagine a family with super warm characters living in there with huge plushy sofas and the smell of apple pie baking in it.
Walked down to the port of Dinan by river Rance.
Looks like a lovely area to be living in. And of course, such is the weather in spring. Clear blue skies here.
And a couple of minutes later, grey skies and it starts to rain. This was probably less than a kilometer away from the previous shot, walking up to the walls of the medieval town.
The famous St Malo church which houses some of the prettiest stained glass windows I’ve ever seen.
It was also in Dinan where we experienced hail for the second time. Thankfully, from the comfort of our seats in a little cafe where we sipped hot cider to keep ourselves warm.
On a side note, I really like my places function in iPhotos!