Quimper
We got into Quimper around 12.30, parking in the car park near the information centre. Crossing the river, we stumbled over the covered markets, in the Halles Saint-François, where we bought fruit, a steamed artichoke (my first taste of that Breton speciality), and some liqueur. We looked around the old streets — mostly devoted to clothing stores — and the cathedral of St Corentin, notable for being crooked, and then had lunch in a little creperie — scallop crepes, fish soup, and coffee and cider, with a pear crepe for dessert.