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)”