Again from our September Finistère trip. In fact, these are from a day when we drove east, and finished up on our Côtes d'Armor side of the department line.
The coastal stretch east from where we stay grows more and more wiggly and remote with little in the way of settlement, and it's quite a nice surprise to come upon Locquirec, one of those rather archetypal northern French seaside resorts that puts one in mind of Balbec or M Hulot or some such. In fact there was a film made there back in the 70s called L'hôtel de la Plage, to which it seems it owes some of its popularity, which sounds like it might be kind of naff but fun, with places we know in it, so I think I might have to get hold of it some time, except it's so obscure and French you can't get a subtitled DVD, but that probably wouldn't matter too much. Anyway, the place has a busy feel, even out of season, with clearly a fairly outgoing all-year-round community.
So after we'd eaten lightly and pleasantly (fish soup and prawns and winkles and a glass of white, I think), at the Brasserie de la Plage we travelled past the numerous prettywhite sandy beaches down the river mouth and stopped and walked up the other side, by this time in the department next door.
I wasn't inclined to take photos, but then an odd glaucous streak in the rocks on the beach caught my eye,
and before I knew it I'd taken a whole stack of rock pictures,
and stone pictures,
and of course there turned out to be millions of micro-landscapes and characters within the rocks and stones,
(There are some more on the web album)