Here, other cyclists with luggage often come here – I never had that on the whole 700 km long route from Luxembourg. So, somewhat lost in thought, I simply follow the coastal path towards Cancale. It sounds like an old pirate’s nest, no idea where this idea comes from. But somehow I have a romantic idea of St.Malo and I would like to go there. Actually my track cuts this peninsula off from St.Malo and leads in southwest direction across the bridge of Port St.Hubert. I can already see the coastline here until Cancale in the northwest – the wide arch of the bay of Mont St.Michel stretches out flat in the rising sun. Here my petit morning coffee costs 1,60, usually 1,10 to 1,20 are usual…

In the street behind it a „beach access“, next to it a small snack restaurant. Small pennants and flags, baseball caps, T-shirts and beach towels with the Breton black and white stripes with mill wings – the symbols of Brittany. But new are the „Breizh“ souvenirs in the store. Only at the church there is something like a small village center, as usual with Mairie, a small corner store, a closed restaurant and a post office. After a few kilometers I come across the first houses of a long village on this coastal strip, Cherueix. The earth wall rises only about 1.5 m above the wide marshland, which extends northwards to a barely perceptible sea seam. And on and on it goes along the dike, which is now much flatter.

Gothic 2 ring des wassers