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A lunch in Dinan.



 We left Rennes in the morning with the plan of hopping a few buses to go to Saint Malo, but as we rode the bus through Dinan we decided that we should just hop out and check out this town.

Medieval. Steep hills with narrow cobbled winding streets. An antique store or artist gallery on almost every street (or so it felt).

This was definitely an interesting little town. Sadly because of it being a vacation for most of the country a lot of the interesting little shops were closed. Peering into darkened store fronts.

When we arrived it was right at lunch time so I thought it would be nice to find a little 'hole in the wall' restaurant to get some food. We wandered all over, tracing back over our steps until we came to Crêperie des Artisans just past the opening of the city wall constructed in the 14th century.

When we walked in we were greeted with a collection of antiques and everything in a shade of brown, plus the unmistakable aroma of burning wood. They had a pot of something cooking over the fire in the fireplace, but we never did find out. The memories of camping out in the woods next to a campfire.

The place felt like a nice home setting. Grandma's house. An oil lamp on almost every table.

I ordered a simple, basic galette. Mushrooms, swiss, and egg. What I got had a perfect blend of parsely and crushed pepper added to it. The pepper leaving a nice tingling in the mouth but not being too strong or spicy.

I would love to learn how to properly make galettes and bring this knowledge back with me to the States. Add some more recipes to my collection of things I know how to make. Noodles in sauce can be good, but I would love to become more profecient in making delicious dinners. This of course leads to wanting to have more dinner parties. So far the only rule that Jessye and I have come up with for our new apartment together is that we are going to have to share in the making of meals; ie. most of our meals will start having two courses as we each one course and then diner together.
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Location: 22100 Dinan, France

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