Saint Malo at night

We arrived in Saint Malo after 5 pm. We were hungry. Hubby's shoulder, still sore from the fall off a horse in New Zealand some weeks prior, was hurting him. First stop? The pharmacy to get some pain medication. Second stop? The souvenir store where I picked up a bag of cookies made in Brittany. Because at 5 pm, NONE OF THE RESTAURANTS ARE OPENED in France. Sigh. At least we were able to plan out where, the next day, we would buy the food for our upcoming family meal...