Old school style oyster boat. These boats go after the wild oysters.
Oyster beds at low tide.
Dad has been on this trip many times, accompanying friends and family. He enjoys it all, as there is always something different to see, something he d (...)
Oysterman returning with a full load. These boats are specifically designed for river work along the oyster beds.
A quiet cove below a quiet neighborhood.
At the beginning of the XXth century, the sardine fishery of Etel was replaced by tuna fishing. This is the carcass of the last wooden sailing tuna bo (...)
Smart fisherman, to be fishing from shore where the currents are at their strongest. I liked the tilted rocks behind him.
The first stop was the town of Le Faouet. By the way, you pronounce all the vowels in Breton names. In Henglish, this would sound like "Le Fa Wet". Ev (...)
A view of the side entrance. I wonder where all the statues went that used to adorn the walls.
The ceiling of the church is built like that of an over-turned boat. I really liked this very Celtic detail of the severed head and the monster eating (...)
I don't know what to say. The amount of work that went into this wooden entrance just boggles my mind.
This is the rear of the church, as you leave. Och aye!
A few kilometers away, on the other side of Le Faouet, one finds the Sainte-Barbe Tavern. It is nice drive through flat countryside and distant hills. (...)
One walks past a screen of tall bushes. Suddenly, the land just drops away revealing this amazing church of Sainte-Barbe. Legend has it that a Breton (...)
This leads to the Ossuary. It is built right into the cliff, presumably in the overhang that sheltered that Breton knight. Construction of the church (...)
There is a more gentle stairway that is nicely shaded.
It is a long way down to the church. It is an even longer way back up. My heart told me so.
This is called the Lovers Chapel. The old women claim that this is where girls brought their men to test their love for them. The lad was required to (...)
After all that up-and-down walking, I was ready for a beer. Dad & Murielle were already there, waiting for me. We helped those English ladies with the (...)
We drove past the little sign that said, Abbaye Du Bon Repos, (The Good Rest Abbey). We back-tracked and took the little country road that disappeared (...)
Nature's Serene Beauty
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