Love those severe lines...
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Plougastel calvaire
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Crown of thorns
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Adoration of the donkeys
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One the three facades
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Shroud of Turin depiction
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Obligatory young woman going to Hell
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We spent the night of the 28th at the aire at the Brest marina. It seemed like a very yuppie place, with cool maritime stores (I bought a jar of Maritime Coop fish soup (Vicki calls it "poison soup") and seaweed beer), until the club across the parking lot closed at 1:30AM, and then there was a lot of drunken laughing and singing and car doors slamming, etc. The next day we found the Kerloas menhir, and the golf course, and then visited the church at Plougastel; another day, another calvaire.
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