Some French toilets are interesting to say the least. Pont Aven was a beautiful village with a pristine stream flowing through the streets. A WC, finely crafted with the same stone as the bridge, was built over the water. Where did the waste go? I even checked underneath for pipes, which thankfully these days were there. Drink your cider from brewers upstream.
Today on the way to Pointe du Raz, I attended a neat public convenience made out of stainless steel and Sharon ducked in immediately after me. She should have read the sign for this one automatically washes the floor, seat and walls after each use. Hidden nozzles in the wall and floor lie in wait for those who decide to spend time and read a book. Luckily she left hers in the car and when she returned was only wet from the knees down!
Pointe du Raz is a point of land jutting into the Atlantic and with the gusty, overcast and showery weather we had today, it is easy to realise why there are no fewer than five lights to warn mariners of the dangers in the sea. I like the way the French warn people of dangers of walking close to cliffs and so on, but then don’t prevent people from wandering where they like.”Fall to your death and its your own silly fault”, is a loose translation of the signs in areas like these. The hundreds who were there wandered where they wished and even let their dogs off their leads to race around and chase other dogs and seagulls close to the 70m cliffs.