I don't know where we've ended up, but it seems to be a fascinating place. Yesterday evening I was alone on a small stroll through Bergues – little more than a concentrated cluster of mostly old brick buildings that form the historic core. Lined up like firmly glued dominoes; if you were to pull one...

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I am so full of rage that I fear I might wrench the steering wheel and crash into something. Into one of the many cars clogging the road on both sides, or into the nearest tree, the nearest wall, the nearest railing. I don't want to be here, not at this time and under these...

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A building of sandy stone with tall windows in black frames. The gravel parking lot, next to it a perfectly mowed lawn. Where the lawn ends, the boule courts begin. I can't remember them being there last time. They look new too. Everything here is very well-maintained. The public restroom is clean, the gardens full...

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Cliffs that plunge into the sea. Fields with dense bushes adorned with golden-yellow blossoms, where the air is fragrant with coconut. These are the pearls of Brittany, the colors of this coast that I have never before perceived with such intensity. Here it is the first impression and a lasting one. Everywhere and on every...

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The weather is changeable all morning. At noon, the sky clears up and the sun comes out. We also go out for a walk here in Quimper. Not into the city, but out to its outskirts. Surprisingly, it is very green. Along the streets, meadows, trees, and shrubs line the way, and there's a scent...

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A beautiful path that begins by the sea, where the sun's rays glitter, and ends there again. In between, it leads over field paths from which one overlooks endlessly green landscapes, and through small villages with magnificent houses on spacious grounds and splendid colorful gardens. Then onwards through avenues of majestic, sweeping trees that provide...

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We are back at the great beach. It bears a different name, so it's probably a different one. The one beach is located somewhere down there. But I can hardly see anything, because this beach disappears at the horizon, where the other one begins. At regular intervals, dark structures stand in the golden sand. They...

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The GR34 is usually a good choice for a hike. Especially when the sun is shining, as on this day. After days of gray and rainy weather, the joy for this walk is all the greater. And we are not disappointed. Neither by the weather nor the route. From the tiny parking lot — a...

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It's a lovely diversion. We get out of our accommodation and yet don't have to be in this city. A short walk under a sky covered with deep clouds, before we cross one of the countless bridges over the river Odet and arrive at the museum through a narrow alley in the Locmaria district. High...

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This part of Finistère seems crowded and overrun to me. And this already, when it's not yet full of tourists. However, I notice several vehicles with foreign license plates. Easter is indeed a popular travel time. Most visitors concentrate around the parking lots where the numerous surfers are. Here, where there are reasonably large waves,...

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