It may be the wine and croissants clouding my judgement, but Brittany stole my heart.
We visited the island of Brehat, where my grandmother Meme spent her summers as a child, and where my great-grandparents owned two of the small surrounding islands.
I now understand what was once thought to be an irrational obsession with blue shutters (they are on every. single. house.):
Henley has discovered her new favourite food group:
We went to a market, where I spoke many dialects of French, bought many varieties of cured meats, cheeses, lards, and duck, and discovered my new favourite vegetable, the Potimarron squash.
And wouldn’t you know it, we also found Dusty:
Fantastic camping and so. much. food.