I have been to this village, Talmont-sur-Gironde, a little over an hour away several times. Right now the hollyhocks have started blooming-my favorites along with roses in June-and Talmont has hollyhocks all over their streets so I talked Maurice into going with me early Sunday morning to beat the crowds and the heat. We were almost the only ones there when we arrived. No shops or restaurants were open, most with signs saying they didn’t open until June 15th, plus it was Sunday when many places are closed. So we roamed around a bit, went into the little church and I took photos and we were back home before lunch.
Here’s the church overlooking the Gironde river which is extremely wide here as it empties into the ocean a little bit further on.
The back of the church.
As anticipated, hollyhocks. They were still fresh and newly opened.
The village is surrounded on three sides by water as you can see here. Those are little fishing cabins in the distance. They are everywhere around here.
A close up of one of the fishing cabins, called a carrelet.
A close up of a hollyhock, the summer gift of France.
I took a lot of photos while in Alsace so, since I have them, I will share some. Alsace is very photogenic.
Almost every building in the villages we visited were decorated for Christmas. We did the southern half of what they call the Alasian Wine Trail and each place was special. We were there a week before all of the Christmas markets officially opened and there were still many tourists.
There is a smaller island thirty minutes by ferry from Ibiza called Fomentera. It’s rather rustic and said to be how Ibiza was fifty years ago. Ibiza is, in fact, starting to become very wealthy and on its way to becoming a Saint Tropez.
We drove around the island of Ibiza and saw some gorgeous scenery.
A few more things we saw on our trip:
They are known for their oyster production here and you can even buy a few and they will open then for you, put them on a plate and you can sit on a wall and eat them. Not my sort of thing but there were many doing so.
There were basically three parallel streets at the harbor level. The one fronting the harbor had nothing but restaurants. We ate at one. Maurice had a starter of oysters from the region and said they were incredible. We then took a little tourist train because it was a long walk back up to the top and it was very hot.
There wasn’t much to see up at top but I did like the church that we went into as we had some time to kill before our bus back to Saint Malo arrived. As is often the case, there was a nautical theme inside.
On the way back home we stopped at a village called Dol de Bretagne. It had some interesting half timbered buildings and this menhir placed in a field by man centuries ago. These type of things are all over Brittany (as in Carnac) and you wonder what beliefs led to the incredible amount of labor to put them where they are.