While in Pont Croix I was intrigued by a huge, colourful painting on the wall of a church.
It had the evocative title of Dans L’oeil d’une Sirene – In the Eye of the Mermaid.
This turned out to be one of many sumptuous, marine themed paintings by Jean-Noel Duchemin.
His fishy delights were displayed in the Chapelle Saint Vincent and many are painted on large, stiffened, linen shirts or draperies.
The sea obsessed artist paints multicoloured fish, sailors, sirens on multiple materials, especially ones that are recovered if possible.
The end result is a whimsical, colourful, almost childlike celebration of all things seafaring.
Whether it’s weathered fishermen, jewel bright shoals of fish or tender partings of sailors and love ones, there’s a cornucopia of water themed delights.
Another charming little town that we explored during our Bretton adventure is Pont Croix.
We nearly don’t get to see the town itself as I get very over excited with this delightful collection of weathered painted signs outside a seemingly abandoned door.
But I am finally dragged away and we climb up an old cobbled lane towards the centre of the town.
But wherever we look there are gloriously painted doors, whether it’s local sardines or just vivid splashes of aqua blue.
Hot red geraniums tumble from doorways and old watering cans prove to be ideal planters.
Finally we reach the town centre however. It’s an attractive old town with houses dating back to the 15th century.
The Monastery Church of Notre-Dame de Roscudon,below, which dates from the early 13th century, has a 67 m high spire that served as the model for the spires of Quimper Cathedral.
The tall spire dominates the skyline of the town and the facade features impressive ‘lacework’ stone carvings.
While the inside has a decorative altarpiece and other figures and a painted ceiling.
As well as ornate wooden carvings there are a wonderful selection of stained glass windows.
These beautiful, jewel bright, windows are illuminated with the pale Bretton sunshine creating a dizzying display.
Pont-Croix’s cobbled streets and medieval houses are located around a market and a church. The market is held every Thursday morning.
Another quirky feature of the town is a variety of amusingly altered street signs.
From hungry mice to voluptuous reclining women, a religious icon or a weather warning, someone has taken the time to inject a little added interest into the local street furniture.
One of my favourite things when on holiday is the proximity to the beach – at any time of day.
Our lovely Bretton gite was no exception as we were 10 minutes walk away from a sweet little stretch of sand.
The man and I enjoyed an evening stroll to the little harbour to watch the sun set on another jam packed day.
I love the golden honey of the evening sun as it coats everything in a cosy, warm glow.
It’s a wonderful end to yet another fantastic Bretton day.
Next up is a jaunt to Pointe de la Torche – or in Breton – Beg an Dorchenn.
Pointe de la Torche is a promontory located at the southeastern end of the Baie d’Audierne in Plomeur.
It attracts surfers, body boarders, kitesurfers, wind-surfers, waveskiers and land yachters and has been the site of several championships.
Its long sandy beach also has world war two remnants. The Germans constructed fortifications on the Pointe de la Torche, as part of the Atlantic Wall.
One blockhouse or pillbox was used as a squat by the homeless until the 1980s and is now a rescue station.
Others are slowly sinking into the sand, decorated by man and obliterated by nature.
As usual the man is wildly excited about being on a beach and this time it seems to infection is spreading to the smaller being!
It’s a wild and windy walk around the beach with the waves whipping up a white frothy coating on the navy blue sea.
You can spend hours just escaping the crowds, scrambling over rocks and enjoying the views.
A nice change to the usual man made attractions that I like to obsess over. A little bit of wild nature!
Taking a brief break from the usual holiday fare of piles of food and peeling paint . .
Let’s take a look at another of my favourite photographic subjects – fishing tackle!
Yes, that’s right, whether it’s nets and buoys, rusty chains or lobster pots, I love a good furtle around a working harbour!
I particularly enjoyed these neon pink and blue examples. Particularly pretty and girly for fishing tackle!
I also spotted these old paint splattered boards that look rather like works of modern art.
I am not sure if they were just testing boat colour samples on it or merely wiping excess paint off but the end result wouldn’t look out of place in a hyper modern art gallery.
Neither would the decaying but colourful wooden boat that I spotted in the dry dock.
The next day heralds some rather drizzly grey weather but not to be deterred we head to the nearby town of Plobannalec-Lesconil.
This little harbour town happens to be hosting its weekly farmers market.
This involves fresh produce and lots of local meats as usual!
Whether its mountains of spice, roasting chickens or brightly coloured woven bracelets, there’s plenty to nosh on and spend money on.
The man has his manic meat face on as he surveys the twirling chickens and fat coated roast potatoes.
Jewel bright fruits compete with rainbow transportation to be the most colourful spectacle.
While rusty moorings and window catches provide a wealth of tiny details to be captured.
An owl gives us the once over while a joyous looking shrimp looks delighted to be eaten.
The town’s church provides another wealth of decorative details including the intricate iron crosses and colourful ceramic floral wreaths.
I’ve never encountered the ceramic flowers on graves before and thought they were a nice alternative to fresh flowers that wither and decay.
In my final look back at Concarneau I’ve collected together some snaps of the details that I spotted around this pretty little town.
From painted wall plaques to delicately decaying shutters and unique shop signs.
Meanwhile the Next male models take a break from filming to take in the atmosphere . . . .
Then the family ‘happily’ pose for a holiday portrait to capture the relaxing atmosphere . .
Concarneau is known as a ‘Town of Art and History’ and is especially famous for its ‘Ville Close’, the oldest part of the town that was fortified in the 1300s and is connected to the mainland by a bridge.
Here, you’ll find a collection of superb timbered and gabled houses surrounded by flowers, all jostling for space in pretty cobbled streets where you’ll also be able to browse in the local shops.
Step up onto the ramparts and you’ll be able to watch the still-active fishing port as well as the marina with its bobbing boats.
I adore these pastel blue shutters with their little heart shaped cut outs.
The views from the ramparts of Ville Close are pretty spectacular. From bobbing boats and verdant green lawns to palm trees and weathered old stone.
Finally we head back towards the car but en-route we encounter a little speciality food market.
Naturally this means that I have to stop and methodically catalogue various flavoured French sausages in boxes . . .
And creepy naked mannequins. And fishing nets.
Here’s a few more of the meaty products – saucisse a small sausage that requires cooking, and a saucisson – a larger cured, smoked or dried salami type sausage
The Little Red Riding Hood bakery has an adorable fairy tale feel about it with these quaint shutters.
To finish off our tour of Concarneau I spot this tiny little old couple standing guard amongst the olives.
Taking a brief pause from street scenes and quaint harbours I just wanted to simply dedicate a post to one of my favourite things that I kept spotting in Brittany – colourful cans!
You can find these uniquely branded, vivid tins in Concarneau and other places close by.
They are produced by Conserverie Courtin – a family cannery based in Concarneau and it built its reputation on its signature scallop confit.
They have since expanded their fishy repertoire considerably to include sardines, sea food soups, tuna and more.
But it is their incredible rainbow of labels that I enjoy the most. Like a child has run riot with a paint pot!
You can find out more about Conserverie Courtin on their website here.
Time for some more snapshots of the pretty harbour town of Concarneau.
Meandering around the picturesque old town centre we are enchanted by the shuttered shops.
We pause to enjoy sampling some clogs – the man seems to enjoy it just a little too much…
Personally I think those wooden clogs look very heavy and uncomfortable!
I also enjoy spotting more colourful sugary treats in a neighbouring candy shop.
I’ll leave you with this quintessential Breton scene of geraniums and vivid blue shutters.
But there’s still plenty more to come!