 The town is well preserved and the narrow winding streets have changed very little over the centuries. During the day the main street is so crowded it is virtually impossible to walk through it. But with evening a change comes over the village. The tour buses all depart. The islet empties. The village becomes quiet with only a few passersby. A few people are having dinner chez Mere Poulard, a world famous restaurant and frequent stop for royalty as well as lowly bike travelers such as we. A few others may be having coffee and really outrageous desserts as they gaze across the bay and watch the magic as the returning tide chases the last colours of sunset. As the reds and purples fade a watery carpet of reflected stars spreads across the bay beneath them. |