In a peninsula far far away… (4/4)

If you head South from anse de Dinan, you will (eventually) reach the southern tip of the Crozon peninsula, the Cap de la Chèvre. The promontory is fairly disappointing at first, especially after Penhir. The view is nothing new. The Marine Nationale holds the best lands, once again. There is another memorial, to the deadContinue reading “In a peninsula far far away… (4/4)”

In a peninsula far far away… (3/4)

Military boats are a constant presence on the west coast of Crozon. As the locals say, “Ils font des ronds dans l’eau“, “they go around in the water”. As I visited the Pointe de Penhir, the western tip of Crozon, a training exercise was going on. The grey, angular shapes of the boats echoed theContinue reading “In a peninsula far far away… (3/4)”

In a peninsula far far away… (2/4)

But the Crozon peninsula is not cut off from the rest of the world. Sadly, and surprisingly perhaps, war has imprinted its mark widely on it, and still holds it in its grip. You have to go to Pointe des Espagnols, its northern tip, to understand why. As you emerge from the walls and bushes,Continue reading “In a peninsula far far away… (2/4)”

In a peninsula far far away… (1/4)

The presqu’île de Crozon is the three-ended tongue of the Brittany monster (see previous post). It’s a world onto its own, diverse, remote. The locals say “En presqu’île” as if it was a country, or a continent. It is a big promontory surging west into the Atlantic, protected from the worst wilds of the oceanContinue reading “In a peninsula far far away… (1/4)”