Wednesday, October 10, 2012

Finistère and Morbihan, Part 2

I bet you're thinking, it's about time! I know, I agree. Please, forgive me, living in France isn't easy! You're always busy learning French and walking through the city and eating crêpes and trying not to get caught in the rain.. It's tough.

Where did we leave off? After Day 1, at the hotel? That sounds about right. After a very long, exhausting, but fun day, we got to the hotel! And I have to say, it was at the perfect time.

I mean, look at the sky. It was just minutes before the sky exploded into pinks and purples and oranges.


Here's a bit of a funny story, but it's an insult to myself and probably a lot of Americans.. At the hotel, we had our own rooms with roommates, etc. etc., you know how it works. Well, Teresa (my roommate) and I had to beds in our room, and they looked like ordinary hotel beds, but we had extra sheets and blankets on top! Weird, right? We eat dinner, we go swimming in the hotel pool, we have a small dance party, and our teachers checked us in before we even touch our beds. We hear one of our French teachers say something about the bed (in French, of course), but we didn't worry too much about what we missed.. Bedtime rolls around very quickly, and we're exhausted, and as we pull the covers back on the bed, we realize there aren't any covers! Just the top blanket is on the bed! So Teresa and I, who were SO ready to just lay down and sleep for forever, had to pull our beds out and make them, and it wasn't a very difficult thing, but oh, the process of it all! If you could have heard us, you would believe almost every single American stereotype. "We don't have to do this in America!", "I'm tired, why am I making my bed at a hotel?", and the best one, courtesy of Teresa (read this with sincere horror).. "What if they make us clean up our room?!" As you can tell, we survived. 

Day 2! We started off our day (bright and early..) at the Cathédral Gothique de Quimper. Quimper is the "capital" of Finistère, and the cathedral was in the middle of the city. 


It was massive. I couldn't get it all in one picture.


After we toured the cathedral, we visited the Musée de Beaux-Arts (which directly translates to the museum of beautiful art!), and then I treated myself to my own piece of beautiful art. It was DELICIOUS. No words can fully describe the wonderfulness of this dessert. And check out the size of the cathedral behind it!

I love the crookedness of France. The cobblestones, the architecture... this guy we met on the street..

And that was Quimper!

After Quimper, we hopped on the bus and drove to the beach! I don't think that was on the itinerary..

It was just a simple moment that we took out of our day, and it was spontaneous and unprepared and perfect.

And we were on our way again.

Fun Fact: Did you know that "moulin"means windmill? So Moulin Rouge is really just Red Windmill!

And then my camera died! Don't worry, you're not missing much. After the beach we visited another church, a small and very old one (and we all went in with sandy, bare-feet.. shh!), and then we visited La Pointe du Raz. It is the most western point of France, and we walked along the cliffs and rocks and looked out at the waves crashing below us.. It was beautiful. For pictures, go here!

Day 3! We started our day at La Cité de Concarneau. It's a closed city - an wall surrounding the entire city (although it's not very large) - in Finistère. It had a harbor, and cute shops on narrow, cobblestone streets...which I don't have any pictures of. 


I did try a Kouign Amann, though, which is a traditional dessert in Bretagne. If you ever find yourself in my neck of the woods (for the next 8 months, at least!), try one of these. But make sure to eat the inside part! The "crust", if you get part of it, will disappoint your dentist. A lot. 

From outside the city - the walls completely surround it!

We then traveled to Pont-Aven for lunch. It's a city (well, town) of painters. The streets were crammed with galleries and workshops of little artists painting the scene around them. 

I don't blame them. 



After we left this tiny town, we headed to our last stop.. Les Alignements de Carnac. It's the French version of Stonehenge. Look all you want, but let's just say it wasn't the top of my list. The buses were filled with cranky teenagers just wanting to go home after a tiring weekend.. but here it is!

Lots of rocks.

THE END
(of the first field trip!)

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