Let’s be clear, Rennes is a city that is part of Bretagne first and France second. The history in this region that has created a culture much different than other parts of the country, and they’re quite proud of it.
They say this region is a little more like the UK than France, and I tend to agree with them although I’ve never been. But you know, I’ve seen pictures on the internet and stuff so I can imagine. The streets were cozy and old-worldly with the half-timbered homes and plenty of crêperies. And the people seemed to have more laid-back style than their high fashion counterparts in Paris. It was all quite charming, until I experienced la rue de la soif (the street of thirst). The street is lined with bars, which really just means that the actual street is the bar. Within minutes my drink was knocked out of my hand by some drunken boy with dreadlocks. These kids partied hard, and I was a little out of my element.
But that’s when good stories happen isn’t it? Because Rennes would be little more than another European city without the story of one insistent Egyptian man who fell in love with me at first sight that night. And after trying everything to win me over from threatening to cast himself into the sea (while pretending to jump off of a real bridge) to asking me to stare into his eyes, I still wasn’t convinced. He walked away with a broken heart and I scolded my friends for not rescuing me sooner from this love struck man.