Nantes, where I discover Bretagne

A visit to ¿prehistoric? ruins, a night out to a salsa beat, the joy and closeness of a milonga, the tranquility of a walk through ancient woods. Vision, hearing and taste. Pics of home, my longed for slang and flavours of a lomo salta'o recharge my worn down batteries in time to fight this inclement weather.
"Bretons have a cult for the stone" Toto tells me. Beauty in its simplicity, inspiring in its strenght. Every building, every block speaks of a tradition far from being forgotten. YEC'HED they tell me and the sound resonates in my head still a day later when a enchanted river and a time warp like village welcome me to the past...

De Lyon a Nantes

France has it set on its mind that I should see it through the rain. period. 5 days of nonstop rain awaited for me on my way from Lyon to Nantes, even a river crossing that set me wet from toes to waist, good thing i was barefooted _dont ask why_
French campagna is truly pretty, if you can tell by peeking  glances through the gray clouds, too bad is not too enjoyable this way.
As I make my way to a friends house I sit and ponder if this should be the pause of pedaling endeavour, uhmmm, maybe....