Once we'd established that we weren't going to get in any of les musees or indeed the office du tourism, we gave ourselves a walking tour of this brilliant walled city.
As well as the great castles and ramparts and things, there were some lovely windswept churches at the top of the hill.
However, you can only get so much enjoyment from a single walled city, so darn it all to heck, we decided to see another castle out in Vitre. An even more impossibly beautiful French town with an amazing castle....
which contained a room full of nasty mounted things including snakes, beetles, birds, pickled snakes (i think I prefer jellied eels) and a child's skeleton....
However, once we were back outside, we had some nice Gallette (complete - with runny fried eggs and everything) a quick crepe, some cidre and a little expresso before wandering around the lovely streets ....
and being persuaded to visit a Champignon Exposition by a tiny lady.
She was sooo tiny her brain was too small to contain the ability to use two languages so I let her feel the quality of my Francais. I was able to further the entente cordial by telling her 'En Anglais la nom du ca une, c'est Puffball... oui? Oui? Vous comprendez? PUFF - BALL! Oui!' Obviously accompanied by loud and exagerated blowing sounds and football miming. She vaugley understood poor dear. Eventually I had to tell her that 'Je suis un livre', which didn't seem to clear the matter up, so I left it as 'Ouest la champignon du halluconogen? Jai n'aime pas ca, mais ma amie..... elle avez un petit problem avec halluconogen, peutetre un addiction. Oui, c'est un grand shame'. Thankfully at this point we were ushered from the building....
We also went to this house that belonged to Madame du Mots. Couldn't really get more than that from our guide who insisted on speaking in some local dialect that I wasn't able to pick up.
