🇫🇷 Notes from Dinard: A Week of Salt, Butter and Sunsets

Living in my friend's ancestral vacation home was like inhabiting a family novel—the 19th-century walnut banister still bore teeth marks from her great-grandfather's childhood. 🌡️ Our Polar Plunge Ritual While others wore quilted jackets, we ran into the April sea: • First wave: Brain-freeze inducing 🧊 • Second wave: Like slipping into a warm bath • Third wave: A slap that cured my smartphone hunchback 📖 Beach Bibliotherapy At low tide, we became human paperweights: • Salt crystals forming on her copy of "She Who Became the Sun" • My "Winter Pasture" collecting enough sand to build a mini Gobi 🛒 The Bobo Grocery Run Our daily pilgrimage for: • "Ugly" vegetables saved from landfill 🥕 • Bread so fresh it sang when squeezed • Oysters that tasted of Cancale's tidal flats 👩‍🍳 Dinner as Sacred Theater Three-hour meals where we: • Perfected the caramelized pear flip 🔥 • Debated whether salted butter is a religion • Drank enough tea to float a sailboat ⛵ 🐚 Local Secrets • The fishmonger's wink meaning "today's secret catch" • Hidden staircases leading to private coves • Why every Breton grandmother keeps a copper crêpe pan in her will #SlowTravelGoals #BretonFoodSoul #TidalLiving #AncestralHomes