1 day on IÎe-aux-Moines

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Voila!  A rare slice of sunshine on the magnificent IÎe-aux-Moines, a tiny island off the coast of Brittany, nestled in the Gulf of Morbihan.  Although the sunshine was as sporadic as our worries, I reread The Great Gatsby and relived Gatsbian decadence at a 5-day wedding soaked in champagne and good cheer.

Let me share with you the ideal day on IÎle-aux-Moines…

10AM

Enjoy a coffee and croissant on the terrace of San Francisco with its tony view overlooking the busy port.

11AM

Rent a bike and take a spin around the island while taking in its coastal views and prehistoric treasures, including the dolmen of Penhap.  Be warned, although it’s easy to get caught up in the romantic, rainy charm of IÎle-aux-Moines, renting a tandem bike with your French other half does not come with a bilingual communication manual…

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1PM

It’s always a sign of an oyster’s freshness if the person shucking it is wearing waterproof yellow overalls. Save yourself and buy a douzaine direct from the ostréiculteur at Ets MARTIN including an obligatory glass of white.

4PM

Tea time!  Hands down, the only place to get an authentic crepe fix on the isle is Lonely Galettes.

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8PM

Book at table at Le Cagou for regional slow food, the freshest fish, and an enticing prix-fixe menu. Langoustines, Saint-Pierre, and far breton (Brittany’s ubiquitous prune clafoutis) will top off a perfect day on IÎe-aux-Moines.

As always, thanks to mon mari for the photos!

Bon week-end, everybody!

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© Jessie Kanelos Weiner
© Jessie Kanelos Weiner for LostinCheeseland.com

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Bonne journée!

P.S.  I’ve been drawing sandwiches for 3 days straight for a very exciting commission (!).  But my sweet tooth is back!  I’ll keep you posted on a V-day surprise for mon cheri pie, AKA mon mari.

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bourguignon

© Jessie Kanelos Weiner
© Jessie Kanelos Weiner

One of the many pains of permanently committing to a life in France is that I will always have an accent.  Or rather an EEEEAA-ccent in my native Chicago tongue.  I can whip up the nerve to get around just fine, but sometimes certain words just don’t come out right.  As any stylist can attest, doing returns is one the pinnacle skills and unglamorous realities behind any photo shoot.  As many times as I have tried, the word reimbursement must be sung, danced, and mimed before the said deed can be done.  I go through all the possible variations “reim-BURS-AY-Ment”  “re-im-bursement” “remburse-mEnt”.  Some people make a very distinct stink face when speaking with someone with an EEEAAA-ccent. Their eyes get narrow, their eyebrows furrow, and all I want to do is get my REM-burse-mehhhn and run wee wee wee all the way home.

Long story short, after a few failed attempts, I successfully ordered a delicious boeuf BEUR-guigon several times for lunch today at my new favorite bistro Les Quilles. Stink faces not included!

Les Quilles, 123 Blvd Menilmontant 75011 Paris tel: 01 47 00 03 66 www.lesquilles.fr.

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