Patrice arrived with an exuberant Eliot and promptly announced that we were going to Concarneau. OK by us. Eliot used me as a cushion. Here, we are ju (...)

The view as we arrived near the port. The trick now was to find a parking place. Concarneau has made its living from the fishing industry for hundreds (...)

A closer look at the clock tower at the other end of the draw-bridge. The Ville Close is completely surrounded by ramparts and is filled with narrow, (...)

A bunch of locals looking suspiciously at an innocent tourist photographer. It wasn't a case of "Let's take Jean to Concarneau so he can take lots of (...)

The town has two distinct areas: the modern town on the mainland and the medieval Ville Close, a walled town on a long island in the centre of the har (...)

The clock tower from a different angle, showing the tide clock.

The flags of Concarneau, Brittany and France - from right to left. One of Brittany’s most colourful and authentic festivals takes place in Concarnea (...)

Lovely gardens grace the ramparts of the walled city.

Inside the walls, you'll find shady courtyards away from the shops and bistros.

Just inside the main entrance, to the right, overlooking the courtyard well - the oldest preserved house in Concarneau.

The Ville Close is without doubt Concarneau’s most popular tourist attraction. This old stone fortified ‘town’ has just a few narrow streets fil (...)

The walls also feature the more traditional decorations that you would expect in a medieval town.

It does not take long to reach the town square. Why do they call it a square? Must be a Henglish term. There is nothing square about this open space. (...)

Nature called, so I went down this narrow alley to the public washroom. Upon exiting, I continued to follow the alley to a small dock clinging to the (...)

A view of the working port of Lanriec, across the harbour from the walled city.

When I first visited Concarneau, several decades ago, I remember thinking that it was a shame that a third of the town had not been restored and lay i (...)

You can tell from this image that a serious lack of fluids was starting to affect the behaviour of these fellows. Eliot wanted no part of this shamefu (...)

It was time to turn the corner and see what lay on the other side of the walled town.

I was unable to visit this church. It was too much of a climb and I had just enough energy to climb the steps to the top of the ramparts. It was not a (...)

The gate to the ferry to Lanriec.