The mine of Locmaria-Berrien, or the best kind of explorations

Two narrow canals, one fed by the lake in Huelgoat, one by the rivière d’Argent, go throughthe woods and around the valley, à flanc de colline, mid-slope. The upper canal is full of trouts. It is home to mallards and wagtails, and crosses enchanting beech woods. The green leaves, still tender at the end ofContinue reading “The mine of Locmaria-Berrien, or the best kind of explorations”

Departing the départements

Yesterday was the first day of my road-trip through France, and I broke the only rule I had fixed myself – no more than one département per day. The idea was to travel slow, to give a chance to all the “drive-through” places of France, those with not much tourist attention, the deep France (“laContinue reading “Departing the départements”