Not the Main Entrance to Saint Malo
The main entrance is at the far left where two fat pillars stand. This is Porte St. Vincent. I was kind of surprised to see palm trees growing here. Is that a Pygmy Date Palm? It looks gorgeous. It is bursting with health. There is nothing more beautiful than a healthy, flowering, or fruiting plant.
Our First Malouin
“Ni Français ni Breton, Malouin suis”
I am neither French nor Breton, I am Malouin.
If he could talk, I could hear him saying that. Saint Malo is fiercely independent, as you can tell by this miniature Malouin. Look at the crafty but wise old cast of his eyes, the swashbuckling, windswept turn of his whiskers and chest hairs. Check out the snazzy black and red harness that harmonizes so well with his black and tan coat. Yes, he is a fine example of Saint Malo grit and of course that always elusive ‘Je ne sais quoi’. Indeed, he has it all.
The Narrow but Nice Streets of Saint Malo
Saint Malo is a hip place. These stores cater to millennials. For example, ‘Undiz’ sells – yep you got it, underwear. It’s the “cool lingerie”.
Why were medieval towns so compact? Why were the streets so narrow? If you look at this street it seems as though two horse-driven carriages could not safely pass on it when people are walking on the sidewalks. Well, I looked it up. These streets were built before wheeled vehicles were prevalent. So this street accommodated pedestrians just fine. And, the smaller the town, the less wall they had to build around it so they saved money.
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