Brittany is ideally experienced on a warm and sunny summer morning: hiking
shoes navigate between rocks and around fallen branches and sun streams
through leaves lightly rustled by a pleasant breeze though the forest’s
leaves. Moisture from the morning dew hangs thick around the leaves, until
the heightening sun begins to dry it out and it’s time to find a shady place
on the path for a lunch of local specialities: fresh seafood, pork sausages
with artichoke hearts and crepes for desert, all washed down with cider.
After a shower and maybe a few more drinks, the beach calls, its
white sand stretching for miles along water waiting to cool down sun soakers
and surfers. Laze and people watch while the sun slowly sinks in the sky
and when the heat begins to disappear with the sun rent a bicycle and pedal
the streets, maybe going as far as the next picture perfect small town over
to enjoy a quiet dinner. Over fresh lobster plan the following day’s visits
to Brittany’s megalithic monuments - which compete with Stonehenge - and
churches with their elaborate carvings of crucifixion scenes, while soaking
in the fresh colours of Breton culture.
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