Did someone say .....Strike !!!???

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M. and Mme. Stervinou of Le Grand Chene.

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.

One of the many produce stalls at the Thursday market.

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.

You can almost smell the chicken roasting!

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.

Our last meal at Le Moulin Vert.
  I can't count how many times I packed and repacked our bags in order to get the maximum amount of clothing into the minimum amount of space since I had picked up a few items to take home from the local Supermarche.  Shortly  before leaving the house for the airport, we were invited downstairs to join "la famille Stervinou" for coffee/tea and Madame Stervinou's tasty homemade apple tarte.  We gathered around the table, Mark and myself, M. and Mme. Stervinou and daughter Natasha and her partner, Bernard.  As French and English flew around the table in unison, we joined in the ambiance of newly formed friendships and shared experiences. 

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...............

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M. and Mme. Stervinou of Le Grand …
M. and Mme. Stervinou of Le Grand…
One of the many produce stalls at …
One of the many produce stalls at…
You can almost smell the chicken r…
You can almost smell the chicken …
Our last meal at Le Moulin Vert.
Our last meal at Le Moulin Vert.
Street scene at Lannion market.
Street scene at Lannion market.
Whats France without a mime?
What's France without a mime?
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