Pornic

On the way back from Noirmoutier we stopped at the harbour town of Pornic.  We got out by the station, where it had something of the feel of Llangollen.  The railway ran alongside a swiftly flowing river, and the land rises on both sides of the river valley.  The road crossed the river over a bridge, and suddenly the river had changed into a pretty harbour, overlooked at the far end by a castle defending the entrance from the ocean.
We walked along the harbour, but got no further than an ice cream shop; delicious. Then we went into a clothes shop and Ann bought a Breton stripy blue and white tee shirt.
There is a pottery at Pornic, but we did not try to find it as Ann was not up for climbing up the hillside.  I went on my own to the church, past the town hall, and along by the castle where I saw some nice mosaics on one of the houses. The church felt much lighter than the cathedral at Vannes, with posters by children at the back.
We visited a shop that sold chocolate and some Breton cakes, which, when we asked, were made of butter and sugar, and not much else.  The shop keeper was very passionate about them, but when we got them home we were a little disappointed.  We went to another shop called La Trinitaine which is reputed to make the best Breton biscuits.
On the way back to the coach we saw some of the pottery on display at the Tourist information.