Falmouth, at the mouth of the River Fal, was a beautiful sight, lush and green, full of sailboats, ancient gun forts (King Harry XIII), friendly people and mild weather. We loved it.
Karl took the train back to Paris from here. It was ridiculously convenient.
|St Mawes Town Regatta|
|Tied to a mid-river pontoon, we met some friendly cruisers|