I finally made it to the top of the ramparts. I wanted to take a long shot of the rampart walkway. First, an elderly couple took an eternity to descen (...)

A view of the harbour entrance and the sailing port from atop the ramparts.

The "Ville Close" of Concarneau, as seen from the furthest rampart.

Archeologists, historians and engineers excavated this part of the town to look at the state of the foundations. Patrice and Dad went down for a look. (...)

A very private beach, accessible by boat only - if you don't mind people looking down on you from the ramparts. Of course, at night, it is a different (...)

We left the walled town and ambled along the sailing port towards the commercial port. There were a number of tuna boats riding anchor.

However, the queen of the port was undoubtedly this modern, luxury catamaran. Access to it was prohibited and roped off. A tourist blatantly ignored t (...)

It sure was a long and sleek boat. Real purdy, too. Must cost an oil well or two.

This beauty even had an elevator platform for the Zodiac. I can only guess at what amenities were available below decks.

Other boats were not so glamorous but way more affordable.

Near the entrance to the ville close is the Musée de la Pêche, where visitors can learn all about the fishing industry and visit an old trawler.

Fishing, particularly for tuna, has long been the primary economic activity in Concarneau. The Les Mouettes d'Arvor, the long buildings in the backgro (...)

A last view of the Ville Close. Can you spot our flag flying over the ramparts? I was also very happy that my rent-a-gull flew on cue.

More fishing boats than you can shake a cane at.

On the way back along the cliff path, I almost stepped on this giant slug. It must have been four inches long by half an inch thick. I had never seen (...)

I took this shot of the floating docks from across the harbour. Patrice called my Dad to say he was dropping by. We had drinkies while we waited for h (...)

Even the gulls on the Port Louis breakwater were feeling lethargic. Gulls are usually just white blobs on a sunny day. Hard to photograph properly. T (...)

This heron was finally used to me being around so it ignored me.

Thursday, 9/13/12: It was another clear, bright and sunny day. Dad slept in. I went alone to get the paper. I took the cliff path and took this shot o (...)

Saturday saw the start of another fine, sunny day. Normally, we would be hanging out with Murielle. However, she was in Granny mode and taking care of (...)