Yet again, we could feel the pull of the
A N O T H E R D I M E N S I O N
waning. But it would take us further yet. Out of Britagne and south into the Atlantique Coast.
Like the soft rays of afternoon sun through stained glass, we descended into Clisson.
And laid claim to the land with a ceremonial dance, performed here by our Polish comrade.
Then we checked out this fair dinkum castle. Circa 700AD.
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