Usually we avoid travelling during high season because… well, I don’t think it needs any explanation, but in France it is particularly vital – the whole country goes on holidays and even in Brittany with its reputation of a cold and rainy region we struggled to find a place in camp-sites and had to spend ages queuing for ice-cream. Had it not been for the festival, we would have chosen a very different period.

Around the sunset we decided to go back to the Menhirs and take some pictures with beautiful light. And taking pictures we did. Back then using drones wasn’t too strictly regulated, so we launched a drone over the menhirs and apparently shot some of filming crew. Boy, what a scolding from a cameraman did we get. He wasn’t wrong, but I wish he had talked to us differently. A travel adventure we deserved.

The next day we rented two bicycles and rode from Carnac in direction of Quiberon. It’s a tiny peninsula with so much beauty for such a small territory that it was almost outrageous! Setting off early was an excellent idea as we had to make a pause to swim at every beach and climb every cliff we saw, without mentioning a big seafood meal we deserved. 56 kilometers was our cycling distance, which corresponds to the number of the Brittany department we were visiting – Morbihan. It’s a silly thing but I was ecstatic about this coincidence.

In 2019 we didn’t have our van Robbie yet, so we couldn’t travel with our own bicycles, but renting in Carnac was a perfect solution. I absolutely love places where the main transport is a bicycle (like île de Ré for example!), seeing people of all ages riding bikes of all kinds makes me very happy. Besides, in Quiberon any other way would be complicated – too many visitors for these small distances.

In Quiberon I loved not only beautiful white villages and enormous empty beaches (some emptier than others) but also tourist accommodation buildings from the sixties (?). Somehow I have a penchant for such square architecture, especially if it is well combined with the local nature – check out some really stunning buildings on the Mediterranean coast in La Grande-Motte.

Our main purpose of the trip was the festival, but ironically it will take no more than one paragraph. I can’t say I enjoyed it. First, I’m not a big fan of night outings, beer culture (and to be honest music in general), so by design we weren’t really a match. Besides, after an intense cycling day, I was incredibly tired and the last thing I wanted to do was assisting to a bagpipes music concert. Even worse, the exhaustion level reached the point when I FELL ASLEEP during a BAGPIPES CONCERT!

Next day we woke up very early too – Xavier wanted to take good places for the Celtic Communities parade. The parade and costumes were cool, but I could hardly keep standing – we were both too tired to fully enjoy it. Definitely, we are not night people.

Sadly, Lorient – the town where the festival was taking place, lived through a tough destiny during the WWII. Its current state is not very appealing so after the parade we had our last crêpe before hitting the road in direction of Cherbourg. Then again, we were struggling against the sleep, so at some point we made a stop and slept for three hours straight on the grass near some gas station. Note for the future: either cycling, or night dance festival, not both at the same time. 😄