When we arrived to Concarneau it was ebb tide.... |
Totally incongrously we looked at a sausages stands... |
The omnipresent personalized Breton bowls…. |
At the gate of the fortified small island.... |
The small square of the "Ville Close" |
The importance of beautiful details... |
Peeping through the ancient and thick walls... |
Taking advantage of low tide... |
Not only human beings take advantage of low tide... |
But then ocean always come back.... |
The village on the fortified island |
A young man played a strange big horn... |
There was a certain disproportion between the boat and the two men... |
Back to the main street of the "Ville Close" |
No, this is not what we drank,, |
A golden figurehead invites us to taste home-made cakes… |
I was curious to see what one of these little houses might look like inside... |
Interiors of houses are like boats! |
Maybe an old little house on a island... |
Who did find the rare pearl? |
Had I already told you that Concarneau is famous for its canned foodstuff? |
Sergey's insane passion for macarons... |
Far from the Madding Crowd.... |
The peaceful courtyard ... |
When we arrived to the beach it was very windy... |
It was not high tide yet ... |
Then people started looking at the horizon... |
The windsurfers started reaching the shore... |
Finally we realized people had left... |
Something like little tornados.... |
But the black clouds were too fast… |
One minute later the rain arrived on us... |
Back to the "Ville Close" |
We have still time to give a look at the floating museum of fishing... |
The last hour in Concarneau |
On the top of the fortified small island... |
And we left Concarneau... |