We are at the aire for motorhomes in Concarneau, one of my favourites stopovers in Brittany. From the van's window I can see the sea through the trees of a wonderful wooded area where black squirrels have been spied on previous visits. It's just a two minute hop, skip and jump down the path to a beautiful beach. I went down to litter pick and watch the sunset last evening. Yes, I think we'll be here for a few days. There's no rush to move on.
Yesterday afternoon we cycled down to the ferry stop where we take the boat trip into the ancient walled city of the town. It's got some wonderful boutiques and eateries. I bought the ring that graces the index finger of my right hand there last year. A fish spa had opened and Louis begged to go. At 10 Euros for fifteen minutes it wasn't not going to break the bank so I agreed.
The garra rufa fish which are housed in tanks in these places are like tiny ineffective piranhas. They're not going to tuck in so voraciously as I understand that they have no teeth. As soon as my feet were in the water they flocked, even weaving in and out of toes. It's supposed to be relaxing. I question that. But it is a bit of a giggle having your feet gummed by little creatures the size of minnows. And afterwards? Well all toes remained intact. And we both agreed that our feet were defnitely softer and smoother.