Next to La Trinité is Carnac, famous for its 3000 or so megaliths.
Two of the crew walked there. The skipper and I took a mode of transport I have always refused before:
We sailed on. We would not normally want to cross the bows of a ship this close …
… but it was doing zero knots, waiting to get into St Nazaire, and held off lifting its anchor until we’d passed.
L’Herbaudière is a small port on the northern end of Noirmoutier. The entrance is via a narrow channel where depth is a concern.
You have to go slow, which makes it good for drying your laundry on the way out.
The place feels like somewhere south.
And behind the pretty flowers lurks a gem
Apart from the aftermarket exhaust tips, it looked like a real one.
Oh, and just to prove we really were in France …
