“I have been feeling very clearheaded lately and what I want to write about today is the sea. It contains so many colors. Silver at dawn, green at noon, dark blue in the evening. Sometimes it looks almost red. Or it will turn the color of old coins. Right now the shadows of clouds are dragging across it, and patches of sunlight are touching down everywhere. White strings of gulls drag over it like beads. It is my favorite thing, I think, that I have ever seen. Sometimes I catch myself staring at it and forget my duties. It seems big enough to contain everything anyone could ever feel.”
― Anthony Doerr, All the Light We Cannot See
Brittany may be home to the least-visited parts of the French coast. Off the beaten track and battered by ferocious winds throughout most of the year, its wild coastline, dense forests and medieval villages make Paris feel a very long way away. One can drive for hours without seeing more than a handful of cars, wander along miles and miles of empty beaches, dotted only by crumbling forts and World War II gun batteries, and explore small villages without seeing more than a cat or two. On a sunny day, its beaches resemble those of the Mediterranean, milky turquoise waters under dark blue skies. For most of the year, the air smells of salt and seaweed, the water is in constant motion, the colours change indefinitely, and the wind won’t let you sit still.