I got up earlier than Dad, so I went outside to take a few shots around the house. I liked the composition and lighting of this shot.

There is a large chestnut tree across the road from my Dad's place. Dad gets first dibs at harvest time.

I took this to show the variety of trees. Kerzho Point is mostly covered in enormously tall pines, while tropical palms grow in the sheltered yards.

Another sunny day was in the making.

Breton spider web in the garden, far away from the lavender protecting the house.

The soft morning light is the best time to photograph white roses.

Dad & I walked into town as usual. Saturday was market day, so we would meet only the locals. How can you tell a local from a tourist? When you say "b (...)

Meet Fripouille, the town greeter. Fripouille mean scoundrel and she is always getting into trouble, according to her fur friend. She was quite freind (...)

The problem with walking around town with Dad is that he knows just about everyone. To borrow a Québecois expression, "Il est connu comme le loup bla (...)

This Algerian vendor shouted jokingly, "Une photo, un euro", everytime I raised my camera. I joked back, "Photographe professionel, 25 euro par photo. (...)

More delicious looking market vegetables. Brittany is known for its artichokes.

Wonderful curry smells drew me to this vendor of ready-to-eat East Indian dishes.

I love the great selection of meats to be found here. Almost all of it is local. You can get horse meat too, but it is imported from Canada.

Chanterelle mushrooms - yummy.

Super fresh oysters from Gavres - taste one!

The two most favorite pass-times of women - shopping & talking. You didn't hear this from me, but a gossipy woman is known as a Marie Bobotte in Britt (...)

The boulangerie was well represented. That massive loaf is called Pain Bateau.

Gateau Breton. It is made with flour and a ton of butter. By Golly Jove, I could eat that on the head of a leper.

Och aye ... Breton cider. Great stuff. The Chouchenn, in the middle, is distilled cider - a deadly wine-sweet concoction, resulting in massive hangove (...)

Dad, ambushed by another "friend". It's not easy being my Dad, you know.