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Monday 25th was a Bank Holiday.

It was a bank holiday back home, and it was a bank holiday in France.

What is the difference between a Bank Holiday at Home and a Bank Holiday in France?  It is an Actual Holiday.

Banks are closed.  Shops are closed.  Cafes are closed.  Supermarkets are closed.    Petrol may be purchased by use of a card at an automated machine.  MacDonalds, as is the way of the world, remains open.  They also have automated machines.

We headed out for Shopping today, as in this part of Brittany, the Sunday is respected too, and shops are closed then too.   

No shops.  No food. oh my god we may die.   (Not really we had hundreds of crap we bought on the way down).

We stopped at a beach, and were dumbfounded.  In Troon, on a day like this, on a bank holiday, you would have to punch someone for space.   Don't get me wrong, there were other people on the beach.    There was the man alternating sunbathing and swimming beside us; there was the two sisters, a husband and two kids beside us, there was a mother and father and two kids farther a long, and a little family of six near the waters edge.  I kid you not.

We sat, and enjoyed the French Sunshine and the neverending sea in front of us.  No swimsuits because it had not been the intention to find a beach, but that is how the day transpired.

When we got home we were all nicely toasted, and enjoyed a boite du vin dans le  jardin avec les fromage et le pate.

And then une autre.