Chateaubriant
No, this is not a new culinary section (although?), I mean the town of Chateaubriant. Charming, somewhat provincial nest, with a beautiful castle and located completely on the outer edge of Brittany... few or no tourists, little crowds and... fewer tourist traps - you can eat the finest menus there (including fois gras, duck ,..., and yes, Chateaubriant) for 30 Euro.
So during the evening we sat on a terrace enjoying all those goodies without being disturbed by too many passers-by, one every five minutes and that at a historic gateway to the old center, what a relief after 'Mont St Michel' or Concarneaux.
Those rare passers-by caught my attention, if there are not many you can take a look at them while you continue your meal and have a chat with your table companions.
I saw them coming from far away. Two girls, somewhere in the middle of puberty. One confident with short hair and a masculine-looking outfit and one with quite long blond hair, a skirt that reaches mid-thigh and clearly insecure.
They walked hand in hand, but how!
Our blonde wanted to walk as far away from her lover as possible while the short-haired girl wanted to be as close to her as possible. As they got closer and she saw that I was observing them, her step became even more hesitant, she tried to free her hand and actually got a tan.
The manly dressed girl whispered something to her, she nodded and followed meekly but still looking frightened in my direction. Only after my most beautiful smile, an approving nod including an understanding and approving wink, did she calm down. She actually smiled in my direction and rested her hand in her lover's hand without any resistance.
Without exchanging a word I had done my good deed of the day; a girl who was ashamed of her sexual preference was reassured before her first public appearance, her public outing.
Hopefully the rest of their evening goes the same way, I suspect so because if you appear confident, those who are struggling with their sexuality will be less likely to release their frustrations on you.
Who knows, maybe afterwards they would still lie in bed and talk tenderly about that understanding tourist on that terrace and that blonde girl now knows that she never has to be ashamed of what she is... because she is just what she is. , wants to be and will be.
A dinner that, despite the historical setting and the succulent food, I will never forget, just because of those two girls.
But also because of the moral of the story. Be yourself, everything else is cheating. And: whoever gives a lot will receive a lot... I gave a wink, I get peace of mind in return.
So during the evening we sat on a terrace enjoying all those goodies without being disturbed by too many passers-by, one every five minutes and that at a historic gateway to the old center, what a relief after 'Mont St Michel' or Concarneaux.
Those rare passers-by caught my attention, if there are not many you can take a look at them while you continue your meal and have a chat with your table companions.
I saw them coming from far away. Two girls, somewhere in the middle of puberty. One confident with short hair and a masculine-looking outfit and one with quite long blond hair, a skirt that reaches mid-thigh and clearly insecure.
They walked hand in hand, but how!
Our blonde wanted to walk as far away from her lover as possible while the short-haired girl wanted to be as close to her as possible. As they got closer and she saw that I was observing them, her step became even more hesitant, she tried to free her hand and actually got a tan.
The manly dressed girl whispered something to her, she nodded and followed meekly but still looking frightened in my direction. Only after my most beautiful smile, an approving nod including an understanding and approving wink, did she calm down. She actually smiled in my direction and rested her hand in her lover's hand without any resistance.
Without exchanging a word I had done my good deed of the day; a girl who was ashamed of her sexual preference was reassured before her first public appearance, her public outing.
Hopefully the rest of their evening goes the same way, I suspect so because if you appear confident, those who are struggling with their sexuality will be less likely to release their frustrations on you.
Who knows, maybe afterwards they would still lie in bed and talk tenderly about that understanding tourist on that terrace and that blonde girl now knows that she never has to be ashamed of what she is... because she is just what she is. , wants to be and will be.
A dinner that, despite the historical setting and the succulent food, I will never forget, just because of those two girls.
But also because of the moral of the story. Be yourself, everything else is cheating. And: whoever gives a lot will receive a lot... I gave a wink, I get peace of mind in return.
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