Bretagne is the result of the fight against the elements: the sky, the sea, the rock. Its men were born of this soaking. They have had to engrave the granite to make some lace of it, like the sea which has had to grin the invading rocks into the sand. Horizons are unsteady; the skies share between them the “black mountains ". The channel coasts change themselves into emerald around Jacques Cartier's favorite corsair city: Saint Malo...
The pink granite coast is grooved by valleys that imprison the sea and free the river's water. Its big fishing harbors, such as Brest, Lorient, Concarneau, are opened to the Atlantic, its land has also received numerous artist, attracted by Quimper's faïence or Pont-Aven school's exoticism. This difficult land has generated strong men with strong traditions, and there are festivals everywhere, with Fest-Noz (Kelly's) that from the capital Rennes, to the smaller villages has the same smell of sausage and pancakes. These towns and villages protected from the big invasion rushes, unravel to the one who deserve it, its patrimony, its rich and original culture, with a strong Celtic influence. |
