lundi 15 mars 2010

The next day of our trip to Bretagne, we went with Alain's parents to visit the town of Morlaix, about 30 km east of the town we were staying in.

It was not a nice day (see my jeans and white rain jacket/windbreaker? that's pretty much all I wore the entire week. So much for bringing tank tops and shorts.)

Here is the town's official website, with some more pictures

Notice how in all the pictures it is a bright sunshiny day? It must have been the one day a year the sun was shining.

Mayor: it's sunny today! Quick, go take all the pictures for the website!!

We parked and walked around the town a bit, went into the churches, looked for a store selling kouign amann (which, like everything else in Bretagne, is pronounced nothing like it looks- it sounds more like quinaman).

From wikipedia:It is a round crusty cake, made with a dough akin to bread dough with sugar sprinkled between layers. The resulting cake is slowly baked until the butter puffs up the dough (resulting in the layered aspect of it) and the sugar caramelizes. The name derives from the Breton words for cake ("kouign") and butter ("amann"). Kouign amann is a speciality of the town Douarnenez in Finistère, where it originated in 1865.

It's good but, unlike most Bretons, I wouldn't sell my firstborn for one. It being a Monday, most of the stores were closed, so we went home kouignamannless.

Not much to do in Morlaix besides wander around and look at the churches, taking shelter from the rain.

And oh yeah, Alain got strange looks for wearing his ITALIA sweatshirt.

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