I squeezed into my little cabin I would call home for the next few days. It was a tough haul with all my luggage, and I definitely looked like a tourist when I arrived at Rue Montorgueil. I quietly surveyed the room as the AirB&B guy walked me through the rules. “And finally, here is your terrace,…
Four figures came waffling down the street with their dim lit cigarettes lighting the way. They aren’t the only curious fellows you see floating around Cafe de Port in Brignogan. Sprawled on the jet red chairs are two American tourists, drawling loudly. Behind me is an elderly couple, and just to their left, a group…
I can now give a whole new meaning to “shop till you drop.” I am recovering from an eight-hour shopping excursion in the nearby town of Brest. “Tomorrow you will go shopping in Brest with my mother,” Marc said. “Good luck,” his brother warned. “You have about 120 shops and three hours. You are going…
