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| 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 |
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| And then I notice, across the highway, one of the grandest calvaires I have seen in Brittany, ever |
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| A really impressive and young one; a sign says only that it is there to mark the "Protests of 1903"--read on, read on... |
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| And then Vicki looks up the street and sees this interesting old tower |
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| And then, up that street, block after block of half-timbered beauties; another city of them; we are hooked |
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| 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 |
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| "Kouign Amann" is Breton for "food of Satan" |
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| Family home of the great Biblical scholar, philologist, philosopher, social critic, Ernest Renan, born in Treguier, and a son of the place |
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| 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 |
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| More halfies |
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| And some nice stone buildings to keep the halfies from falling over |
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| 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 |
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| When we got back to the camper, the men were still doing what men must do |
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| 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 |
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| Thus; don't miss Treguier! |
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Another serendipity moment! What a find!
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