Today we are on the move, mostly along the coast of the peninsula that makes up much of Brittany. A couple of quick shots of Morlaix as we try to find the parking lot where we parked our car a few days ago.
Once we found it we headed back to the hotel to load up. We on the road by about 10:00.
Throughout the
day we drove through many small villages and towns and we saw so many lovely
churches.
We had a short stop at Plounéour-Brignogan for hot chocolate (but it was mainly a bathroom stop). The tide was out in the bay.
Our first stop was the Keremma Dunes, a long stretch of beach backed by dunes. People were out parasailing, walking their dogs and having a good time.
We saw a group of people walking about waist to chest deep in the water, parallel to the beach. They didn’t seem to be picking up things…just looked like they were walking. Maybe it was an exercise group.
We then headed to Plounéour-Brignogan to find the Menhir de Men Marz. The name means “Stone of the Miracle of Breton because it is a miracle that it is standing up. This neolithic standing stone is one of the largest in Brittany, standing almost 28 feet high. Most of these stones are laying on the ground. This one seems to be all by itself.
From there we drove to the nearby Lighthouse de Pontusuval. The path to it was blocked so we could only see it from a distance.
Across a small inlet we could see the Semaphore of Brignogan. The Semaphore manages the approaches to the various nearby channels.
The Plounéour-Brignogan beach was adjacent to the lighthouse with gigantic boulders and lots of stranded boats in it, waiting for the tide to come back in.
Saw a lot of these colorful flying insects. A bit of research revealed that they are Six-Spot Burnet Moths.
From the lighthouse we went in search of the guard house between the rocks.
It was in the small village of Meneham. Very picturesque. There was a restaurant in the village and we hoped to eat lunch there but without a reservation we would have a 20 minute wait.
So we decided to head back into Plounéour-Brignogan. Everything there was closed. It was after 2:00. In driving around we finally found a food truck with a limited menu…Farz Pitiligs.
Turns out they
are a type of crepe that is fat and wrinkly.
And very good. Mary had a cheese
one and Paul had one with apples and caramel.
It was good to have some warm food as the day is chilly and windy.
From there we headed inland to find the Parc du Moulin Neuf. It is a lovely city park that doesn’t see to have any mills, let alone nine (as the name implies). But it was a nice change of scenery,
lots of flowers,
swans on the lake with their little cygnets,
and peacocks, including a white one. Don't see those very often.
From there we headed back to the coast to the Trémazan Coast. We stopped at an overlook. In addition to the rugged and beautiful coastline…
and there were a number of horses and foals grazing right by the parking lot.
Next stop was Saint Samson Chapel. It is an 18th century chapel sitting along the coast with great views. The site dates to prehistoric times as a religious site. There was a menhir here at one time but it is now gone.
The site was eventually Christianized and there is a couple of granite crosses nearby.
We saw a number of surfers in a nearby cove.
And we kept running into closed roads so we eventually decided to stop our wandering and head to our next hotel in Brest.
We were really
lucky with parking as there was a parking space right in front of the
hotel. We checked in and decided to find
dinner. By now the weather was getting
rainy so we walked around the corner to a nearby restaurant that had food that
fit both our needs. It had been a long
day of driving.
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