Τhe most remote and Western part I visited in France was this small island in Brittany, where the ocean meets the sky for ever and nothing stands between Europe and America but water. Belle-ile en Mer is a quiet paradise
for those who love nature and the wild face of the Atlantic.
The seafοod is absolutely amazing. Oysters and clams and crabs and fish. And vegetables and chevre. Everyday.
Port-Cotton: Where the sea water smashes fifty meters below your feet roaring and charging on the rocks, turning into a velvet foam that climbs to the ground. Every burden is blown away by the winds, that only herbs and seagulls can abide. Undefined nostalgia, food for the soul.
The weather: In three minutes time the summer sun may disappear and the water becomes silver while a storm straight from the atlantic is on its way.
The low tide lets you walk on the sea bed. Literally. Water recedes living boats, seaweed, clams and medusas lying on the sand.
Hydrangeas are big like trees but not as pretty as the wild flowers in the woods.
I’ve never seen anything like that night sky.