Dinan and St Malo

  

It's the biggest hassle ever to get to Dinan. We head over to the train station to book our tickets 2 days in advance and the dude at the counter stares at us in disbelief, "ARE YOU KIDDING?" We're a little confuzzled but apparently everything is sold out.. Jokes on us. We have to choose an alternative route instead and spend a little more money but whatever, Dinan better be worth it. It's a quaint little town, cobble stone roads and half timber houses. Yep, all that jazz.

We set off early in the morning, intending to leave a whole hour in advance cause we don't wanna be late for our first train. We have our usual chit chatty session over breakfast and before we know it, it's half an hour to when our train leaves and we're still in our hostel. We rush out and get to the train station and we have a little time. Our trusty Paris metro map on the iphone tells us it only takes 17 minutes to get there, so we have all that and more to spare. We laugh and giggle all the way there in our usual fashion and we reach Paris Montparnesse, where we have to take our train. I do a time check and it's 9.03, WAIT WHAT? ARE YOU KIDDING ME??? 4 minutes till our train leaves??!?!?! I look at Lailin and she stares back and me. And we run for our lives.  A thousand 'Excuse moi s later, we find ourselves in a huge train station, domestic, international trains, trams and everything. Why in the world is this station so big?!?! We finally locate our gates and run towards it, only to be blocked by the gantries. We find a train conductor but he has on a confuzzled face and shakes his head when I ask him if he speaks English, oh, we're dead. Lailin puts on her most pitiful face and speaks in THE voice, and finally he lets us into the station and we find our train. To our great surprise, the train is still there. We run into it and thank the heavens and the Lord, still sweating from our run and very very very jittery from all of that. Never again. Never again. 

Dinan is absolutely beautiful and is everything I imagined it to be. We stroll around with nowhere in mind and discover the "old town" where all the action happens. We decide on a small little restaurant beside the river for dinner and I order an omelette while Lailin gets some mussels. It's THE best omelette that I've had in my entire life, and Lailin agrees. THE BEST OMELETTE. I don't think anything will ever compare to it.. It was so simple, ham and cheese and tasted heavenly. We head over to St Malo the next day and explore the little seaside town that is surrounded by castle walls. We catch sight of an old pirate ship, strolled around, walked on the beach with our bare feet, watched a couple of kids set off some fireworks as well as some footballers-to-be in action and had 3 fantastic crepes. Good times.