Privateers, Pirates, Sinners, Clog makers, Ploughmen, Millers and simply Landlubber. My small family and our “submarine” of Campinvan crossed the coastal and ground roads of the Brittany. We also met strange creatures in the forest of Broceliande or still perceived the ermine, emblem of the Brittany as well as the beautiful dairy cows.
Dukes of Brittany history, from Nantes to Rennes, to the ramparts of Commercial ports via the mysterious deep Forests where the triskel arose from tales and legends of the ancient to protect itself from Breton goblins. I announces you my opinion which I carry nobly in the heart, the pride of these men and women who, hard as their lands, beautiful as their green countrysides and stormy as the breath of the Atlantic Ocean will make you smell warmly whom you are. I am anxious to tell it to you, there is not only of Chouchen and Krampouezh…
I like Brittany and Bretons!!!
Kenavo and good ways on roads ”
You will have understood it, Gwenvaël and his girlfriend left for Brittany to escape their everyday life of the city center of Bordeaux. It is not January which made them fear quite the opposite, only 3 rainy days over 2 weeks of freedom that they offered themselves !!! Who said that it rained all the time in Brittany?
A breath of marine air which cheered up to them to return to their life of Bordeaux.