We started Friday morning, boarding the bus at 9:00, and heading to Le Calvaire de Guéhenno, in Morbihan. A calvaire (or calvary, in English), is a sculpture - a monumental crucifix. In Brittany, it differs from other calvaires because it is usually surrounded by figures representing Mary and Jesus' Apostles, but also saints and symbolic figures, too. Le Calvaire de Guéhenno is at the Catholic church o Saint-Pierre and Saint-Jean-Baptiste. Now that you've had your history lesson..
From behind the church. It's gorgeous, and ancient - built in the 16th century!
Le Calvaire de Guéhenno. I'd apologize for the sun, but that doesn't happen very often here in France. Take what you can get, right?
Melanie, Me, Jasmine, Teresa.
From Guéhenno, we continued on to le Parc de Sculptures de Kerguéhennec, in Morbihan. It was a huge chateau, and the property (which was a huge span across the woods and rivers and ponds) was covered in sculptures from different artists. We walked through the chateau, which was gorgeous, and then on through the woods. The sun was shining and we had a few hours of free time..
The view from the woods.
Right to the left of this picture is a pole... "sculpture", and it looks like a plain pole. Except the art in it is that it's filled with fish? It still looks like a pole, it just happens to be filled with decomposing fish.
Visiting the chateau was the most familiar thing since I've been in France. My mom and I visit chateaus and old houses, in Paris, in Newport.. And while they're all different, they all have the same feeling. And you walk through them all in awe, wondering how someone could have lived there, how it could have been their home, and looking around at all of the details in the marble floor and the grand staircase, and the bookshelves lining the walls of the library.
Shout out to my mom, it's her birthday month! (It's my dad's too, but he isn't quite as insistent and gets the 2nd half of the month).
This is what happens when you have 2 hours of free time in the woods. It's the quartet!
These pots are all filled with cement. Huh.
From the Parc du Sculptures, we headed to the Village de Poul Fétan. Quick history lesson: Bretagne (Brittany, in English) used to not be a part of France! It was separate until 1532, when Claude de France married François I, the king of France. Bretagne had it's own language, Breton, which still exists but it isn't an official language and is only used by 2% of the region. It had it's own culture, too. This village is a replication of what Bretagne used to be like, clogs and all.
Clogs are not my preferred footwear. They're wood, for crying out loud!
Bretagne is beautiful.
For your entertainment. Walking on stilts, not so easy.
And from there, we went on to the hotel. But there is much more to that.
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