Pont Aven

Sharon leapt from the car in traffic into the doorway of a hotel and luckily there was a vacancy in the hotel which was a house when Paul Gauguin and other artists of his anti-impressionist school stayed there. I can well understand how he and others got their inspiration from this area. The town is busy but its beauty deserves it to be. The walled stream runs through the town, under and around buildings where water wheels once provided power. They now provide a lure to tourists like us to spend money in shops, restaurants and bars which abound. The hotel room was on the third floor and overlooked the main square where the statue to Gauguin is. As it was Bastille Day, there was a fete on the port just near our hotel. Music, food and bars were providing entertainment for hundreds who were waiting for the fireworks at 11:30. We ate, moules (mussels) for me and crepes for Sharon. They were a good entrée for the main show of fireworks which was accompanied by “Land of Hope and Glory”. The French, playing British music to the grand finale to Bastille Day, was an amusing irony.