The day doesn’t start well. My inside ear is throbbing, I think I have an ear infection, so will need to see a doctor. But itws Saturday, this could be tricky.
But turns out it isn’t! Thanks to Google
I use Google to look up a where the doctors surgery is- I know it’s in Ploermel, but not where.
I manage in my best Franglais to explain my situation to the receptionist. She says a time. I look confused- she writes it down, along with the Doctors name, 11.45.
I ask, astounded ” Aujourd’hui? ” Oui,she says as though I’m stupid.
Well thats only 30 minutes time, AND its Saturday!
I decide to wait outside, where there is a bench seat and write my postcards to Tillie and Patch.
I can hear the sound of many car horns beeping, and a calvacade of cars comes past… This is how they celebrate weddings in France.
And instead of tin cans on strings there is usually a broom and sometimes even models of the happy couple.
It’s nearly time for my appointment so I go back inside, spotting the waiting room.
When the next patient arrives I realise my mistake – I didn’t say Bonjour on entering. They will think me so rude.
The doctor comes to the waiting toom to get me. I have come prepared with my health issue translated on my phone with the use of Google Translate.
After a brief examination he writes a prescription, charges me 25 euros for the consultation – he’s a bit of a comedian as tells me its 250 euros – just to get my reaction I think, and gives me the reclaim form I need.
And with that he wishes me, in french, Good journey, Good health and Good eating! Again I think hes being funny!
The pharmacy is opposite, and isvery efficient. 18 euros for the penicillin and cream and again a reclaim form.
It is now too late to go Josselin market, as I had planned to do, so I head off on another random ride, with the thought of stopping somewhere for lunch perhaps.
I don’t see anywhere I fancy.
I realise when looking at my map that I’m now only 35 minutes from Rennes- why not? Its been ages since Ive been there. Gps set on curvy route, off I go.
Once in the city centre I spot a couple of bikes parked in front of a large church so join them.
It has turned into quite a hot day, so I decide as I’m going to be wandering around, to go for the natty biker tourist look of bike boots and cycle shorts- my mesh bike trousers from the USA are fab with their full length zip on either side- so easy to take off!
Once undressed and ready to wander I realise that there is a large wedding party congregating outside the church- which turns out to be the Cathedral – oops, but its too late to move it now!
I find the Tourist office, purchase a tourist map in English for 20 centimes and head off on a wander.
The city has a mixture of majestic and medieval buildings.
I stop for a rest and a cola. The bar has snack menus on the tables, but when I ask for a Croque Monsieur I’m apologetically told they are no longer serving food.
Suitably refreshed I wander on.
How about this for a public swimming pool? Very swanky.
Opposite the pool at just below waist level I spy a purple object.
I have to say, it has the look of a breast about it! I can’t make out what the wording says but take a photo anyway!
Down a few streets more and I spot another one, this time in a small alcove that houses wiring.
This one definitely looks like a breast…
When I get home I do some research…ok I type” Green Breast Rennes Street Art’ into Google and this is what I learn:
“As a traveling urban artist, Intra Larue has decided to mold her breasts, from hand painter to offer them to the eyes of passers-by. “It is an invitation to dwell more on the world around us and to renew our hurried looks on the arts and representation of women in the city”
Its amazing what you see when you look, as I also spot a couple of giant radishes.
I ignore the first one, like you would, but when I see a second I take a photo
Again I learn ( thanks Google) that I haven’t been seeing things, in fact its suprising I haven’t seen more:
“Fake radishes have been sprouting up all over the city of Rennes in recent months – about 600 so far – in a jokey project to make the city la plus radieuse de France (a pun on ‘most radiant town’, which could also mean ‘most radishy’). Local artist Ar Furlukin says the radish is a “symbol of our common roots” and adds: “There’s an idea that we’re all part of the same bunch, even if we’re all different.” His name means ‘the King’s jester’ in Breton, and the self- titled ‘world radish specialist’ says he became obsessed by them 37 years ago while in the UK. He paints them, sculpts them and even writes poems about them. The radishes have been going up by consent, with shopkeepers especially keen. Anyone can ask for one, free, and the artist, who is also a restaurant maître d’, is receiving at least five requests a day.”
How can I follow that? I can’t!
I leave the most radishy town of Rennes, riding home via the motorway as its getting latish.
A quick shop in SuperU for tonights dinner and a nice pastry for pudding, seeing as how I didn’t get any lunch.
Then whilst dinner is cooking I put the final coat of paint on the front windows.
Well today didnt turn out like I thought it would but its been a good one all the same.