Treguier

We didn't understand what all the fuss was about with mooring on the pontoons, although I hadn't put the fenders low enough and found myself leaning into the boat to keep it pushed off the finger berth, but Chris quickly came to the rescue and within a few minutes were safely tied up. 

We decided to pop straight up to the harbour master but he had already gone out on his rounds and waved to us indicating he knew where we were.  So, instead we headed across the bridge to the much written about chandlery.  The magazines and pilots were absolutely right.  The smell of tar fills your nostrils as you enter this heavenly world of everything "boat".  We didn't just go to browse.  Yet another electrical connector, or Prise de Courant,  was needed because the pontoon sockets were different to ours.  Much to the amusement of the non-English speaking assistants Chris explained what we required and sure enough, they understood!  We must be improving. 

It was a fine evening, and a wander into the town followed dinner.  The quayside was covered with lorries and caravans, and we came to the conclusion that a fair was either just about to leave or set up.  The spire on the cathedral was covered with scaffolding and its top missing!  The buildings lining the twisting cobbled streets of Treguier were terribly quaint.  Meandering roadways with mediaeval timber framed buildings overhanging.  We spied a lovely looking restaurant menu and both pencilled in a longing to eat there, which was fulfilled on Thursday lunchtime and lived up to our expectations.

Wednesday was market day and having battled with the chain pull showers we set off to explore.  We were fascinated by the livestock, chickens, rabbits, ducks and, to my concern, guinea pigs!  Do they really eat them or were they being sold for pets?  The thought was nearly enough to turn me vegetarian but while I can buy meat that has already been prepared and no longer looks like the animal it once was I really do enjoy being a carnivore!  The rest of the market provided goods ranging from ride on lawnmowers and beds to fresh local produce and beautiful flowers.

After four days we decided to move on and prepared our pilotage notes for a passage to Trebeurden.