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Since we visited a town litterally on the edge of the ocean we only found it fitting to end this excursion with some sea food.

I have been enjoying the ability to buy dinners are three course meals for not that much money. This was my first course. Shrimp.

I have never been served shrimp with even the head still attached, but the French are as the French do. Personally I do like the fact that more often than not I can see a dead animal for what it is and not a guise of something ground up and red.

Second course was mussels and steak fries. Delicious and almost too much. I never did find the bottom of the bowl of mussels.

Then third course we took to go as our train was going to be leaving soon and we still had to catch a bus to the tran station and buy the train tickets. With many of us not having functioning credit cards and not having a way to pay for the ticket in cash, we were in quite the dilema, but all was solved and I ate the third course on the train as the night air cooled us off from the open window ahead of us on the train. The dessert was something called Fer Bretage, which I chose for the name being local and wanting to continue eating local delicacies. It was a sponge-y kind of cake with portions of melted chocolate.

And of course with all of this we got some cider, or as the French put it; cidre. Delicious as always.
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