Océanopolis . . . Brest is best

Bonjour mes amies! . . . . Leaving the apple orchard after a quiet restful evening we continue driving to the most westerly point in France called Finistere – which means “the end of the world”!! This remote rural landscape was the last refuge of the Druids from encroaching Christianity. Today the port of Roscoff with it’s ferries, has opened links to England and high speed TGV trains mean the region is only four hours from Paris.

The weather throws us a bit of everything (think Melbourne!?!) and so an afternoon inside visiting Océanopolis in Brest is in order.

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What a difference a day makes!

It’s a pleasant surprise to wake to blue skies today after yesterday’s bad weather which confined us inside Bruce. Our sea view is much more appealing now. Our two hour walk around Roscoff began with petit dejeuner (breaky) at cafe Pierre’s overlooking the old harbour, whilst we devour our fresh bread and croissants.

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