My New Best Friend

So, I'm here in France with my dad and we've washed up into our favourite hotel, Les Arcades, Roscoff. It's not that hifaluting (????), but its has a fantastic restaurant that, at high tide, virtually floats in the sea, and food to die for, if you eat seafood. There are better places in town, I know, but this little hotel has a wow factor restaurant.

Even the simple rooms come with epic, Bay Of Biscay views.

I know I sound as if I'm scribbling away on Trip Advisor, but here's the rub:

the rooms come with an added little something.

READ ON...

(I understood every word said and have translated from the local Bretton dialect especially for you).

"Ah, yes, this window sill,  my favourite  spot. Coo-ee, anyone in?"

 "Nonchalance, that's my watch word when I'm scavvying for grub.

NON-CHAL-LANCE.

The guests at this hotel can't resist my Gullic Charm" 

"Hmm, that grub in there looks sooo good and she's not taken the hint yet. 
PLAN B!
 I'll keep tapping on the window with my beak. Never fails."

"Food's still there, window's still shut tight and all that dumb tart's doing is taking my photo.

FEED ME 

NOW"

"Oi Lady, you-wanna-pic-o-me-you-pay .... pretty please?"

"Stony Bee-ach!

 I'm off!!"

: )

Click here to see the snaps of our weekend in Brittany