The City of Morlaix

Morlaix

So after an awful day yesterday, we decided that the next stop would be Morlaix city for a couple of days of R+R.
Morlaix is situated 5 miles along a long meandering river which dries out completely at low water. The river ends at a lock, and beyond this, the narrow but secure marina basin winds its way into the centre of a bustling city. To get there, all we had to do was wake up at 5.30 and head upsteam and wait for the lock to open. But, in true form, the time on the phone alarm had not been adjusted and therefore we were running behind. With the ebb in flow, we just managed to make it to the lock before it shut its gate on us for the entire day.

I really wish you guys were here – you’d love it. The city is in bloom with market day, and just about every conceivable item of french cuisine is on offer. The narrow cobbled streets echo with vendors crying out there wares and Clare and I bimbled about soaking up the busy and lively atmosphere. It is a gourmets paradise, and you could spend some serious money here and pick up real quality ingredients. There was one stall which just dealt with sturgeon roe – caviar, and we passsed tanks of live lobsters of various sizes. I have added a few pictures for you to see the quality of food for yourself.

We are here until tommorow(Sunday) and then we have to go. Both of us are wondering if you’re receiving emails as we have sent out quite a few and not had any responses – are you out there?? We still havent sorted out a phone yet but Clare has made inroads to get her phone unlocked. Then, all we need is a sim card and presto, we’ll give you a call.

Speak to you all soon