Josselin - 17/12/2008
A Pre-Christmas Evening in Josselin
Although any town that boasts both a chateau and a Wizard's Road must be a very special place, for me Josselin becomes even more special in the run up to Christmas.
It's something to do with the decorations and the sense of expectation (after all, Father Christmas is on his way) - a very special place becomes, for me, somewhere that could be part of a Harry Potter film set.
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As the Girlie has got herself a job, we now have the occasional centime or two to spare; thus, we sometimes go out for a coffee (or something stronger), in the evenings.
Of course, Joshy likes to come along as well.
His favourite tipple seems to be hot chocolate with whipped cream on top - I think it's called a Viennese?
The Girlie and I seem to prefer a stronger brew (on occasion), and are seen here trying the specially brewed local Christmas beer.
Despite the besumed look on our faces, we were partaking of our first of the day, I promise (blame it on the camera; or the 12 year old photographer.)
Looking out of the bar window, I find myself watching people go by; I wouldn't normally (or, at least, in my previous life), be worried.
Here, however, my curiosity is enhanced by the feeling that I know most of the locals.
Always a pretty town (although it's really more like a large village), Josselin looks even better on an early winter's evening.
These terrible photos don't really convey the prettiness and specialness of the evening - blame the photographer; obviously he hadn't had enough bierre de noel!
Either the landlady's daughter has been doing some facepainting or she is suffering from a horrible disease - I do hope that it's the former rather than the later!.
On the way home, we make a point of saying hello to this old Breton lady. She never says much to us - I guess that she must be shy (or perhgaps she doesn't understand my horrible French?
The sight of our local bar; Le Bar de la Rotonde means that we are only 80 yards from home, warth and a crackling log fire (and maybe a glass or two of mulled wine.) It's very tempting to stop in and have another Biere de Noel but.... We behave ourselves and head up the hill to 59 Rue St. Nicholas.
