And I am fond of it and the area which is called Finistère Sud which you could translate in various ways: Land's End or the End of the Earth (South). It is, as Solnit says, part of fixed circuit in my nomadic life which has allowed me to see changes over time, and to be pleasantly, happily surprised every time I go there.
So many changes over 25+ years. It used to be that the collection of houses of which my in-law's house was one of two or three was simply called lieu-dit kervaillet. The street now has a name and the signage in general is much improved. The farmer across the street who sold his cows and built a campground now has his fourth star and does a brisk business renting chalets and camping spaces to a mix of French from other regions and Brits. The other farmer, the one we used to buy our milk from, sold his cows, too and has gone into the cider business. The beach, called Raguenès Plage, or Tahiti (a rather over-optimistic and not quite accurate appellation), has toilets, a shower, recycling/garbage bins and is swept every morning by a fellow on a tractor so that the sand is perfect and the beach is clean, clean, clean.
Up the coast near Concarneau, a castle that is privately owned and was being restored is now open for visitors. Le château de Keriolet is so ugly and so strange that it's actually rather alluring.
The best parts of the visit this year? Definitely the very limited Internet and cellphone access. Yes, I think cutting oneself off from the
I recommend the first wholeheartedly and I have to say that it's been a long time since I've read such a fine fantasy writer with a story that was so beautiful that I wanted to go back and read it again right away.
And the walking. The area is filled with wonderful trails and roads that go everywhere and nowhere. Nothing is more agreeable than setting out in the morning with a map that lies. Losing yourself, and then finding your way, over and over again...