I visited the place of the dukes of Brittany, of which Nantes was long the capital.
The palace is guarded inter alia by dragons.
The moat
is also guarded.
Carefully took Mathilde's bike on a tram ride to a bike shop for minor treatment, carefully rehearsing the required vocabulary. Alas I failed to think that, it being a Monday, such commercial establishments would be closed. La belle France has her own way of doing things.
Near here is an Espace Simone de Beauvoir, with many advertisements for discussions of feminism, lesbianism, feminism, lesbianism etc. As it was also closed today, I was spared the decision whether to enter.
I have taken advantage of a slight indisposition of my back to have a couple of bone-lazy days, during which I have been reading three books simultaneously--or alternately, or rotatingly: Dan Brown's Inferno, Edward Rutherfurd's Paris and another thing called Inferno by some Eytie poet or other.
Nearby is a backwater of the River Erdre, with a heron and a scaringly large storks' nest: I hope I'm not around when the parents are looking for a morsel for the baby.
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