 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... |