Sunday, August 2, 2015

Treguier

The Michelin descriptions of Treguier were not enticing, and we had pretty much decided to drive right through and on to our next stop...
But then we looked out the window into the marina parking
lot, and a merry-go-round and a bunch old men playing boulles--
someone please explain to me why one never, ever, sees women
playing boulles--and a whole bunch of rocks and the brown
cultural sign that tell us this is the stone circle of Tossen Keler,
underlying a tumulus some miles away and reassembled,
faithfully, here, in the park; probably to make way for a Leclerc
parking lot; anyway, we get out and inspect the circle, which
is like the things one sees in the UK of GB, but not in Brittany























And then I notice, across the highway, one of the grandest
calvaires I have seen in Brittany, ever

















A really impressive and young one; a sign says only that it is
there to mark the "Protests of 1903"--read on, read on...

















And then Vicki looks up the street and sees
this interesting old tower





















And then, up that street, block after block of
half-timbered beauties; another city of them; we
are hooked






















As we climbed up the hill to the centre villa, we stimulate
the local economy; despite being miles from Normandy, we're
still in StripeyLand; they have a very linear, level-headed
outlook here; they really look good on thin people


















"Kouign Amann" is Breton for "food of Satan"
















Family home of the great Biblical scholar, philologist, philosopher,
social critic, Ernest Renan, born in Treguier, and a son of the place

















Not a good son of the Church; the calvaire down
the hill marked, instantiated, the ire of
Ultramontane (and other) Catholics, their rage,
when the city decided to erect this monument,
in the square right by the cathedral, of Athena
crowning Renan, the former seminarian turned
critic of religious and other dogma

























More halfies
















And some nice stone buildings to keep the halfies from falling
over

















We visited the city's very interesting cathedral (next post) and
then walked back down the hill past this remarkably disguised
loo, actually a stone lean-to on an old city wall


















When we got back to the camper, the men were still doing what
men must do

















Just down the hill from the cathedral was one of the prettiest
aires we have stayed at yet, right on the tidal river, the Bois
du Poete

















Thus; don't miss Treguier!

1 comment:

Tawana said...

Another serendipity moment! What a find!