Douaranenez (try saying that with a mouth full of sardines) was sardine town until the little fish decided to swim elswhere. Sardines are big in these parts. You can even buy a blue and white chocolate in the shape of a sardine. The lady in the patisserie caught me sniffing one to see if it had a fishy smell. You know how much I like sardines, so a visit to the Douaranenez port and boat museum in an old sardine factory was essential. The display of boats was terrific and we even walked into a peeled back sardine tin to view the sardine factory exhibition! We spent so much time there that by the time we left to visit Locronan, the medieval village down the road, the day was over and we’d driven about 10 kilometres.
“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