As the hotel in Pont Aven was booked out, we drove 10 minutes to the coast to Port Manech, which is a quiet town with houses built in narrow streets leading down to the water. The bay is lovely, full of pleasure craft and one orange fishing boat which pulled up at the wharf as we arrived. It unloaded its catch to the anxious looks of 40 or so onlookers who proceeded to line up in an orderly fashion to purchase it all from a large lady with a small set of scales she used to weigh it all out One small, old woman filled a large shopping bag with small crustaceans, to the ever increasing worried looks of those behind who were hoping for their share. I sat and drew the port and boats as the weather closed in.
“The use of travelling is to regulate imagination by reality, and instead of thinking how things may be, to see them as they are.” – Samuel Johnson