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Friday, March 16, 2012: we go for a little road to Quimper (and its ringer ... for those who know the song). But, as always, we begin the day
with the video (on the theme of the river):
So here we begin the day Quimperlé, with its bridge flowers also called Lovignon :
The last image we see a spire, is that of the abbey (not Redwall) of St. Croix. Built in 1029, this is one of only two churches in Cornwall to have a circular plan, similar to
the Church of the Holy Sepulchre in Jerusalem.
Up the road from the bridge flowers I see a panel with three signs are grui ... tilt :
A little further on, the only remains of the presidial (sort of courthouse) there remains only the steps:
Also in the old streets of Quimper, here the House of archers. A timber-framed house dating from the sixteenth century.:
Our small tour is finished, instead of passing through the station and tourist office where I found a phone cabien makes me think of someone ... After passing
through the color box ''blue Tardis'', here is a faux Tardis ... It only remains to find the Doctor (Doctor Who, for those who are wondering what I'm talking
about is a british series of science fiction that I really appreciate).
Without encountering Daleks (compared to the Tardis), restarting towards Roches du Diable. Once arrived meal! Koala-Jones is devouring kouign Amann while his friend Redbreast
ends the crumbs to a tree of love.
After gobble the meal, here is the legend of this place we call the Devil's Rocks.
Long ago, Saint Guénolé arrived in the region where there was the Devil. The saint founded a church not far (which also meant Locunolé Guénolé) but Satan did not see a
very good competitor in this eye recovery of souls. He decided to get rid of Guénolé while the latter was walking along the river. The Devil threw huge boulders above,
the saint turned away a sign of the cross, sending them crashing on the shore, where we can still see today. Losing patience, the holy Satan came to find and melee began.
The holy entraînat the devil deep river, leaving a hole, which is still visible today said it is so deep that no one has yet been able to fathom.
You can also see the way that some people take to the devil for the saint is by ...
After a little crapahutés along the river, it is time to continue the visits of the day, this time towards Pont-Aven (pronounced'' lay'' Avenne).
Pont-Aven, also known as ''the village of painters'' for the simple reason that in the second half of the nineteenth century a large number of painter came to practice their art.
But this village is also known for its famous Galettes de Pont-Aven, also known as ''Traou-Mad'' (meaning Good Things in French), which are excellent, though, as always in Brittany,
armored with salted butter.
The village is very ornate and has a certain charm with its streams, rivers, waterfalls, water wheels, small parks of all kinds. It is no doubt for me that has inspired all these painters.
Phew, the day is over, tomorrow we will see the glorious Riders of Rohan and load them with black against the hordes of darkness seigneure Sauron, who guides from its black tower. Brave knights!
