When I got to Pont-Croix, it was a happy and sunny day. It was a good opportunity to celebrate, after 1700 km hitch-hiking. I was hungry and wanted something local, so “moule à la bretonne” seemed like a good choice.

My stomach was behaving well and it would be many hours until I had to take my medications, so I decided it would be ok to try a local beer. One bottle of Tri Martolod wouldn’t hurt.

Indeed, the food was great and the beer was awesome: the first in many months.