From the frying pan to the fire ... or, in this case ... from the boulangerie to the bakery. More diets fail in these places than anywhere else in Bri (...)
The other side of the bakery. We picked up some croissant for tomorrow's breakfast.
Strategically located on market street, near the church.
This statue, carved out of a large piece of coral, stands on the wall of the Chapelle St. Pierre that faces the sea. Nobody knows which saint it repre (...)
Across from the chapel, you'll find this mish-mash, or should I say collage, of architectural styles that have accreted over the centuries.
On the way out through the parking lot, I noticed this lonely dog waiting to drive home his, by now, inebriated owner.
After market, we drove up to Inzinzac-Lochrist to have lunch with Murielle. She was in granny mode, babysitting young Noé. Brave Minetto insisted we (...)
After lunch, Dad took me by the back roads to a favorite spot of his on the Blavet River, upstream from Hennebont. This is the view just before the ro (...)
The road leads to these locks on the Blavet River. This was an important waterway, with its own "chemin du roi", where barges could be towed by teams (...)
The weir dam across the Blavet River.
The view down river along the Blavet tow path.
Such a lovely scene, offered in perfect solitude, the wind sighing through the leaves, the muted chatter of birds barely heard, the river slipping by (...)
When Dad was still living in Hennebont, he joined the Hennebont Fishing Club. They were very active, and with Dad's help (He was friends with the mayo (...)
We took the forest trail around the lockmaster's house. It rejoins the tow path a little further upstream. The forest around here has been allowed to (...)
The land rises quickly to form a forested bluff, with larger hills behind. More and more, the feeling of ancient times fills the senses. Are we approa (...)
Suddenly, my eye catches a rare sight. High above us, a hidden menhir towers, a good 30 meters up a slope. I struggled to get a better view but the un (...)
We emerged back onto the tow path. That house was that of a trader who off-loaded goods from the barges for the local area. It is now a private resid (...)
Anyone know this flower? It was in the garden of that trader's house. The plant was about 3 ft high. The flower is large, about 5 inches across.
I was focusing on the repeating patterns of this flower. I loved the colour in the afternoon light. As I pressed the shutter, this pollen-covered bumb (...)
As we returned to Hennebont, I had Dad stop at this place. It is my favorite Breton longhouse. Once, it was a farmhouse with the stables at the far en (...)
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