This is the Flag of Bretagne.

At the restaurant Creperie des Portes Mordelaises there was a world map on the wall, completely in brezhoneg...
The World...

North America...

Bretagne...

Time for an apero...
At Le Grappa, a small bar run by friends of Philippe. We (Philippe, Jacques, Didier and myself) had a drink or two and a saucisson au Canard. (5 euro, a really great deal actually!) Basically they plunk a cutting board and knife on your table and give you the saucisson and you cut it and serve yourselves. I can tell you this, it tasted blood good with my Biere Lancelot...
And then for supper, we went to Restaurant Creperie des Portes Mordelaises, with Philippe and his friends Gael and Jacques.
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* I don't think I can impress upon you just how foul andouille both smells and tastes... Really... it makes you wonder about the whole of french cuisine...
A couple hours later and voila... Rennes. Once we get to Philippe's he does what any self respecting Frenchman would do... pours some Champagne...
After a short rest and Champagne (of course) we went off for a walking tour of the city.
Rennes is quite a beautiful city, with a lot of history, as you'll soon see from it's archetecture... going back, oh about 500+ years or so...
Le Parlement de Bretagne (Parliament of Brittany) probably the most famous 17th century building in Rennes. It was rebuilt after a terrible fire in 1994. It now houses the Rennes Court of Appeals.
I can only assume that a relative of mine owns this place... oddly enough showing my passport and family name of Ellis did not entitle me to any freebies. Dommage.
The only remaining medieval Gate of the original fortifications of Rennes: Les Portes Mordelaises. From the exterior...