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There is the most beautiful sunrise this morning. Ali gingerly opens the cab curtains so as not to set off the alarm allowing us to lie in bed and watch it.
Later when we are up we watch the tide coming in and starting to fill the basin then leave the aire to head for Roscoff. As we drive through St Pol de Leon we spot our French 'neighbours' from the next van, waving and smiling at us from the pavement.
It's only 3 miles into Roscoff and when we get to the aire there are only a few vans in. The walk into town takes about thirty minutes and is very pleasant in the sunshine, and soon we are in the church square among the stone houses and hotels. The square has been transformed since our last visit; gone is the crumbling tarmac carpark and awkward road and in their places a spartly paved area with bollards and railings, and just a few short term parking spaces. The paved road continues partway into town, really smartening up this end of it.
Every time we've come to Roscoff we've looked at Creperie du Port, a little blue restaurant with an old bicycle leaning against the wall. On each occasion it's been full or too cold to sit outside but today there are empty tables right in the sun. We order Breton salad, which includes the onions and artichokes synonymous with this area. In fact we saw all the young artichokes in the fields thijs morning.
After the salad we have crepes, with Breton cidre drunk from ceramic bowls. It's a long time since we had crepes and they are as lovely as ever.
We spend the rest of the afternoon gently ambling around the harbour, out on the 'bridge to nowhere' which sets off towards the Ile de Batz but end in a heap of crumpled concrete running into the sea and through the quiet streets. There are new information boards about Roscoff's history and there are also spring flowers everywhere.
English Public Information Service; On our way back to the aire we are stopped, firstly by a French couple who want to know if they have to pay to park their motorhome in a street, and secondly by a woman from the van next to us in the aire, as she rides her bike to town, wanting to know if there is somewhere to buy bread.
Back at the van we get everything tidy and ready for our early start tomorrow.
Another tour has ended, but we can think of no better way to end it than a sunny day in one of our favourite places with a crepe and a boule de cidre thrown in.
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