Ramparts, Ports, and Pirates
Saint Malo, France
Stop three of four on ‘Let’s use public transportation to get to obscure places from Normandy to Brittany Day’
I was probably, definitely, really impulsive when I booked one night at a hostel in Cancale, France.
It is really hard to find hostels in France and I had so many logistics to take care of, I wanted to nab the first thing I could find to put myself a bit more at ease.
The hostel was advertised as being close to Mont-Saint-Michel, I needed to stay near Mont-Saint-Michel. I quickly looked at a map and decided to book it. I had a lot of dots to connect.
Unfortunately booking a night in Cancale added like 5 more dots I would not have had. But ultimately, I’m glad I did it because I would not have seen Saint Malo or Cancale otherwise, and I really enjoyed both places for different reasons.
So. Yeah. The hostel was advertised as close to Mont-Saint-Michel. Lies. It was about as close to MSM as London (*slight exaggeration*). To get to Cancale from MSM, I had to take the only bus leaving MSM that day to Dol de Bretagne. Then I had to take the train to Saint Malo. Then I had to take another bus. Then I had to walk 7 km.
I had some time to see Saint Malo on the evening I arrived and in the morning before I left to catch my train to Rennes.
Are you confused yet? Yes this is a lot of places. If the tumblr interface allowed for it, I would draw a diagram for you.
I know I over do it. But I saw what I wanted to see. It all worked out.
SO I had about an hour in Saint Malo before the only bus for the evening that would take me halfway to my hostel.
I walked around the port and the ramparts and I fell in love. Saint Malo is a port city from the Middle Ages oozing with gnarly history. I love history. And I love boats. I could not pull myself away. It reminded me of pirates. Turns out it was a huge place for pirate activity during the 19th century. SO COOL.
I followed the path around the top of the ramparts fortifying the old village of the city. After a while, I knew I had to turn back, but I was too intrigued. I kept going. Eventually, I turned around and was crunched for time to catch the bus. This resulted in a slightly stressful runwalk back to the station.
But I made it.
The following day, I returned to Saint Malo again to take the train. I had 2 hours to kill so I went to the beach and collected shells.
I think I would have enjoyed a day or two spent solely in this lovely city.
I shall try to go back. There are ferries that run between this city and England and Ireland, which might one day be useful to me.