No Code Website BuilderToday we caught the little ferry over to Dinard which was a very posh resort in the 1880's when rich Parisians built huge gothic style houses along the cliffs. I have stayed here before, when I was about 6, the amazing thing was we flew here in a Dakota, ordinary people did not fly anywhere in 1959 so my parents must have felt very rich. It didn't happen again, all holidays with mum and dad for the rest of my childhood were in England (we did not venture into Wales or Scotland). Almost my only memory of the holiday was leaving my toy boat on the beach, the tide came in and it was gone, I was mortified. I did have a good look for it today but I suppose after 65 years it has not survived.
About half of the posh houses have been restored, seemingly at great expense, and the rest, although shabby will I am sure soon have a makeover. We noticed a modern flat in the area was on the market at over a million, these houses are probably ten times that.
Dinard makes a big thing about an annual film festival featuring British films. The beach changing cubicles are named after film stars so when you book one it might be called Roger Moore or Charlotte Rampling but I don't suppose either Roger or Charlotte have ever used them. The statue is of Alfred Hitchcock being attacked by birds.
Despite not finding my boat we enjoyed Dinard, it is a relaxing holiday resort, it has a wonderful beach but none of the nasty tourist attractions which normally blight seaside resorts. We had a couple of nice walks admiring the coastline and houses in between which we had a pleasant lunch sitting outside in the sunshine - exactly what we came to Brittany for.
Tomorrow, provided we get up in time, we are taking a ferry up river to a supposedly picturesque town called Dinan, we then have to fathom out how the buses work as for some reason the ferry does not return until next week.
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