This was a surprise, right next to the Galeries Lafayette. Dad was getting tired and desirous of a libation. I would have liked to browse in here for (...)

This window caught my eye. A combination of light & dark, old style shutters and nouveau art. It was a good time to stop or a Stella.

This is a fake menhir, of course. Still, it looks nice and announces the school for mechanics for the merchant marine. The school grounds are immacula (...)

Back on the ferry, this dog was entranced by the water rushing by the bow. His harness is designed to pull his lazy hipster owner on his bicycle.

We had just stepped off the ferry when the Locmiquelic bus arrived.

Friday produced another warm, sunny day. As usual, we went to town along the cliff path for the paper and un café. Along the way, I liked the way the (...)

Port Louis has only one hotel - Hotel De La Citadel - a clean, modest yet centrally located hostelery. Two stars.

Light was the order of the day so, naturally, my eye reacted to this abstract. The gull landed while I was composing the shot.

On the left is the town hall of Port Louis. It is directly across from the church. A bistro waits, behind the photographer.

An abstract look at old style shutters against old stonework. The house was undergoing renovation, which explains why the shutters had not been re-pai (...)

Dad, patiently waiting for his photographer son to finish composing his shots.

Dad and I were returning along the cliff path when something huge appeared in front of us. It was a cruise ship. Lorient had never welcomed cruise shi (...)

Floating time bomb anchored at Lorient's commercial port. Non-smoking sailors only need apply for a berth.

I noticed this gate while on the way to where Dad had parked the car. It led to a very nice courtyard.

We heard on the news that this was Europe's largest and most luxurious cruise ship. It was the Prinsendam, out of Norway. We jumped into the car and r (...)

I took this shot to show how huge this ship was. I mean, its lifeboats were bigger than most of the local sailboats.

A drunkard loudly proclaimed the gate in the previous shot as being the ugliest thing in Locmiquelic. He then staggered towards his bicycle, made thre (...)

Here I am being formally introduced to Eliot, a miniature Pinscher. I normally don't care for cat-toy dogs but Eliot soon convinced me that he was not (...)

Back home in Port Louis, we decide to have lunch at a Chinese buffet restaurant. Nice place. It offered lots of dishes not normally seen in North Amer (...)

Those herons must have whirled above our heads for a good 15 minutes. They would land in a tree across the road and then dash off to the main rookery (...)