22 Sep 1985, Posted by Scott An Chora in Travelogue, No Comments.

09/22 St. Malo, France

Along side the rising sun and took the early train toward St. Malo.  On that train I caught up on filling out stories on post cards and when I finally reached St. Malo the post office was my first destination.  I was still disappointed that I had lost my address book back in Scotland, but on the other hand I had fewer cards to fill out.  After I got situated in my room, I took a walk along the shore.  The ocean was crashing against the wall with an authority that made me feel alive.  There is nothing in this world that makes me feel more alive than when nature shows it strength and I love it so.  I was surprised at how reasonable prices were for groceries here in comparison what I saw in Paris.  Every once and awhile it was nice to have access to a kitchen.  I have a tendency to start up conversations and began talking with a pair of young ladies using the opposite stove.  Our conversation migrated into the courtyard alongside a few bottles of wine and our party grew at the rate of about one new member every ten minutes or so.  It’s kind of funny how things work out.  It always seemed that the larger the group the less interesting the conversations.  The night progressed into that dullness which gave me a good reason to catch up on some sleep.