St. Malo

St. Malo was the first port after leaving Kristiansand and with the rather horrendous crossing of the North Sea is was magical to step onto solid land. Arriving by ship gives a sense of emergence. This is a very different feeling that flying to a place gives you. With flying you are suddenly there and it is almost instant. With sailing it is similar to the evolution of life in the sea where some day an organism crawled onto land.

St. Malo, at least the old town where we docked, looked like an ancient town, a fortification, that had stood there for eons. Everything was constructed from rocks, from massive square rocks. It was thus totally surprising to hear that the Americans leveled the place during WWII. The Germans were using it as their headquarters but they got wind that the Americans would bomb the town and they all get out in time.

St. Malo had hundreds of restaurants and each evening we (sometimes just I alone) went out for dinner and had the most delicious seafood dishes (the seafood was so good so why eat anything else) with the most delicious red wine. I know that red wine does not go with fish but in my mouth it does.

There were lots of amazing sights but after seven days it was time to leave, we should only have been there for five days. In fact everyone had itchy feet to leave.
By the way, dod you know that Jacques Cartier was from St. Malo?