The goal of making it to Brittany before extreme drowsiness set in was looking increasingly dim. Getting stuck in traffic behind dour eyed tourists hoping to catch a glimpse of Johnny Depp and driving impaired sun-starved Franchopiles going through Île de Ré didn’t help. Driving through France is like being on the road surrounded by driver’s-ed students.
We decided the make a stop in the charming town of Saintes where there are quite a few surprises in store if you venture onto the side streets. Unbeknownst to me, Saintes has a surprisingly rich history, at least for a town its size.















