Did someone say .....Strike !!!???
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Today is our last day in Lannion and we were greeted with the question every tourist fears........."Did you know that the workers at French Rail are going on strike tomorrow?" Our B&B host M. Stervinou sort of casually threw that question out in the air last evening as we were planning our trip to the Thursday street market in the city centre. We were supposed to be taking the train from Lannion to Paris, with several stops on the way, on the afternoon of the 18th. We had planned to check out a few sights in Paris on the morning of the 19th, pop over to CDG airport and fly back to the States that afternoon.
With this bit of news the wheels were set in motion for alternate transport. To make a long story shorter, with the help and advice of Natasha, we decided to fly Air France from Lannion to Orly airport on the evening of the 18th, stay at a hotel near there and then take a coach across Paris to Charles de Gaulle airport the next morning. So.... we wouldn't have time to see a bit of Paris, no big deal.....been there, done that. This meant not using the rail tickets we had already bought for the return, canceling the hotel we already had in Paris that would end up charging us anyway and buying new tickets on the plane to Paris. So, after the initial shock wore off and plans were finalized, we set our sights on the weekly street market in Lannion city centre.
Our final stroll down into the town was a sensory experience of sight, sounds and above all....smells. Most of the narrow lanes were lined with booths and stalls that sold anything from multitudes of cheeses, strings of locally made sausages, roasting chickens on a spit, freshly made crepes and galettes, and fresh vegetables and fruits. This wasn't just an edible market though...there were also booths which sold clothing, antiques and knick-knacks as well as old mounted photos of Lannion and surrounding areas from the early 1900's. We walked every street that snaked through the town center and breathed in the French way of life that is so different from what we live in Arizona. C'est la belle vie!
One last meal at our favorite little cafe, Le Moulin Vert and we would have to head back to our home away from home to begin the final preparations before our departure.
At the appointed hour, we all piled into two cars to make the short trip to Lannion airport. The flight was late although we weren't exactly sure why since the inbound aircraft landed ontime and proceeded to sit on the tarmac for an hour before loading up again. Natasha was on her way back to Paris on the same flight as well since she had an early start at work the next morning. Upon arrival at Orly-Ouest, we said our final goodbyes and headed to our hotel. We had a long day ahead of us tomorrow and one never knows what experiences lay around the next corner...............