We know St-Malo from a number of Eric Rohmer's films. The city was badly damaged during WWII and much rebuilt. We happened to be there on an unseasonably warm weekend. There were a lot of people everywhere - in my opinion - I hate to imagine what it is like during summer.
I failed to comprehend how special St-Malo is until we walked on the super wide beach at low tide, way below street level, then at high tide, having the wave come over the seawall, splashing the seawall/promenade. In fact, John got sprinkled walking on the promenade at high tide. He could have easily been drenched. According to the "official" tide chart, the difference between low tide and high tide was about 12.5 meters (41 feet) for each day we were there in mid-October. We have never seen such tide action at any beach town.
Dad, this tide chart is for you!
View from the walls of the old town at mid-tide.
Some sailing action in the waters between Saint-Malo and Dinard.
Saint-Malo's magnificent cement outdoor saltwater pool gets filled up at every high tide.
A view to the re-built Old Town and city walls.
The promenade in late afternoon when the tide is up.
Danger!
The view from the promenade when the tide is out a bit.
And when the tide was way out we had a blast walking on the firm, exposed sand. First, a 35-second video.
Same spot at low and high tide.
High tide; low tide.
A short video in which I, just off camera to the right, barely escape getting doused by a wave.
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