Bretagne

 Apr 24, 2011      739 KM - 458 Miles

 

While Ronnie and Donna recuperated from their Paris trip Betsy and I took off for a circumnavigation of Britagne.
Pulled out early on Betsy north on N137 toward Rennes, then connected to N12 to Saint-Brieuc.  Upon arriving I wended my way around the town and down to the inlet.

Sailors waiting in the lock for the water to lower to sea level.















 And then away.

 

It was a beautiful day, warm sun, high clouds.  A great day for a sail.

Leaving Saint-Brieuc I turned west toward Brest still on the N12.  After circling Morliax I noticed a tall church steeple on the horizon.  Seeing such a thing in France is obviously no rare thing to do.  They are ubiquitous.  But there was something about this one, so I left the highway and turned in to the town of Saint-Thégonnec.  It's a relatively small town, but with a magnificent, and unique old church.

 From the front, like many...except for the surrounding wall.  That's different.  My understanding is that it is a "Close," common to this area.

 Statuary...everywhere.



The little house behind the big house is a small sanctuary.

Very ornate, and with a surprising courtyard.

In the courtyard a tall structure with great, detailed carvings.

I've never seen the equal to this anywhere else in my travels around France.













Leaving Saint-Thégonnec I traveled down D785 toward Pleyben, turning back westward there on N164, I take D887 to Crozon, and then D8 to Camaret-Sur-Mer.




A lovely Bretagne field looking out over one of the many bays in the area.

Betsy in Bretagne

 At Camaret-Sur-Mer I enjoy the scenery and some muelles.

Sort of makes you want to buy a hole in the water into which to throw money, doesn't it?

After a nice stop I swing south and spend the night in Douarnenez, a quaint working man's fishing village across from Crozon.

Some of the scenery going around the Baie De Duarnenez.

Early the next morning I'm on the road back east turning off just past Concarneau to ride out on a small peninsula across the Baie De La Forét from that town.  (As expected at the time, my buddy Yves read me the riot act for not stopping by to visit.  But it was just too early on a holiday morning and I didn't want to push in on someone's holiday.)   Had it been early evening, i.e., a good time for a nice single-malt, I'd have stopped.  You can bet on it, Yves.

 

Carcarneau

Ah, a hole in the water more my (financial) speed.

 A great little ride around Bretagne.