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Le Croisic
Leaving Piriac we were headed towards another traditional Breton seaside village, Le Croisic, about 36 km to the south. The route passes through a salt marsh where the locals still collect salt in the traditional way. It's a very narrow road with just enough width for two cars to pass at slow speed. On top of that it is favoured by bicycles, so it's very slow going. At one point there were two cyclists coming towards us when the second rider suddenly veered off the side of the road and went head-first into a drainage ditch. We and a number of other cars stopped to help; his fellow cyclist pulled him out of the ditch and I retrieved his bike. It appeared he was having an epileptic fit which his friend seemed to be well aware of.
By now, there were a line of cars banked up in both directions. So while +1 and the other cyclist assisted the poor chap, I decided to play traffic cop and directed traffic. Who would have thought that I'ld be standing in the middle a country road in Brittany clearing a traffic jam while +1 assisted an unwell cyclist who had come off his bike. Goes to show one never knows what tomorrow is going to bring.
Once everything was under control we continued to Le Croisic, another very pretty village:
Leaving Piriac we were headed towards another traditional Breton seaside village, Le Croisic, about 36 km to the south. The route passes through a salt marsh where the locals still collect salt in the traditional way. It's a very narrow road with just enough width for two cars to pass at slow speed. On top of that it is favoured by bicycles, so it's very slow going. At one point there were two cyclists coming towards us when the second rider suddenly veered off the side of the road and went head-first into a drainage ditch. We and a number of other cars stopped to help; his fellow cyclist pulled him out of the ditch and I retrieved his bike. It appeared he was having an epileptic fit which his friend seemed to be well aware of.
By now, there were a line of cars banked up in both directions. So while +1 and the other cyclist assisted the poor chap, I decided to play traffic cop and directed traffic. Who would have thought that I'ld be standing in the middle a country road in Brittany clearing a traffic jam while +1 assisted an unwell cyclist who had come off his bike. Goes to show one never knows what tomorrow is going to bring.
Once everything was under control we continued to Le Croisic, another very pretty village: