Go to Ecole du Pilotage for...
Go to Ecole du Pilotage for driving Formula Renault racing cars. The instructors are proffesionals racing drivers them selves. You will learn how to use the car, how to use the tracks in the right way, how to win another driver and basic laws of Formula contests.
Its a great fun and adrenalin exprience. The starting line when all the engines are roaring and you get final instructions from your trainer.
Le Rue St. George
Rennes' old quarter, with its surviving cobblestone streets and half-timbered, 15th- and 16th-century Renaissance and medieval houses, is the liveliest part of the city. Cafes, boutiques and crepe houses occupy many of the old buildings and it is here where you will find the most spirited nightlife. Look for the bar in the old jail.
Le Jardin du Thabor sous la pluie
It was our last day visiting Rennes before returning to Angers and to the regular schedule of classes. As it so often is in Bretagne, it was raining. Not hard, but one of those overcast mistings that lasts the entire day and into the night. We were hungry for one last adventure in this little city called Rennes (at least some of us were). My wife and I decided to leave our two other friends in the train station to (gasp!) study for a quiz and finish homework. We carried no umbrella with us, but simply clung to each other and linked arms as we strolled through the park.
Le Jardin du Thabor was separated from the noise and graffiti of the streets by a cast iron fence, and of course trees. Thick fir trees, which, consequently, made for a good place to hide when the rain picked up. The deeper we went, the quieter it got until we came upon real ducks and then...
My wife and I paused briefly here to take photos. As you can see, the park was not crowded at all. In fact, I think we only saw one or two other people there that were crazy enough to be out in the cold rain.
After deciding the rain wouldn't let up and being unable to find anymore shelter than the fir trees we saw on the way in, we headed back to the train station. On our way, we found the only boulangerie that was open and bought a fresh, real french baguette . The moral of the story: Don't let the weather stop you from exploring a place in case you can't come back.