The weather was rainy then rather cool and overcast for the first couple of days of our stay in Finistère. This had its advantages, not least because Molly, with her uncanny knack of scheduling such things just when a trip away is in the offing, went down with another of her ear abscesses the day we were leaving. I said, sod it, we're going anyway, took everything required, figuring that she could as easily be ill there as here; she knows the place, Yvette and Paul don't fuss about her, the room opens directly to outside, and the floors are all shiny parquet and tiles in the event of any mess occasioned (I'll spare further descriptive details). In fact she was brilliant, went for gentle little walks, took her painkillers and a reasonable amount of nourishment, was still able to show some interest in sniffs and smells and restaurant chips brought out in napkins, as well as a takeaway container of plain boiled rice that I ordered for her one evening in an Indo-Chinese restaurant where we ate, and otherwise she dozed peacefully either in the car (so cool weather was a blessing) or on her bed in the corner of our room. The afternoon before we came home she got up, went out to the tiled bathroom and gave her head a good shake and brought the matter to a conclusion, experiencing instant and dramatic relief thereby as always, and picked herself up with a 'right, I'm better now, where we going then?' kind of attitude. This coincided with the sun coming out so we all jumped in the car and drove up the le Diben headland and walked around the little fishing port up there, which I didn't take any photos of but Tom did so I might pinch some of them later.
We also used the opportunity to explore the town of Morlaix a bit more. It really is quite a treasure of a town, with all its different levels and angles,
and its mixture of architectural styles and periods,
all over-arched by its impressive viaduct.
One of the problems I find with photographing townscapes and buildings, without advanced lenses or editing skills anyway, is the way the camera distorts the angles so it's difficult to find a datum line from which to work. In Morlaix this doesn't matter so much, since everything is at all different angles, and not much is parallel anyway.
Except for this beautifully coursed stonework. This blue schist type stone is quarried in the region. It was popular for building in the area of Mont St Michel, where it was presumably shipped by sea. This is the outside of an important municipal building but there are smaller chunks of it in the walls of the house we stay in at Kerbiriou. It enlivens the browner colour of the other stone there, and looks crisp and smart when used in larger expanses like this. I'd not really noticed it before, but I was equipped with a guide book this time, Wendy Mewes' Saints' Shore Way, which is full of such interesting details. Wendy Mewes is a formidable Brittany expert, she lives in Morlaix and, I understand, gives walking tours of the town and the area, and runs the association Brittany Walks. I'm gradually collecting her books; she's not only an excellent and serious historian, thoroughly immersed in the matter of Brittany, she's also very good at making it concise and readable in English. She blogs at Brittany, the Mirror of Landscape, and she certainly gets about the region.
Morlaix also has a good Indian restaurant and a wool shop, so altogether we were quite happy.
This building is known as la maison dite de la duchesse Anne. We were able to visit some of the interior of it, but I think that merits a post of its own...