Morlaix to Roscoff

 Well, I’m all lumps and bumps this morning – a strong reaction to Morlaix mosquitos!  After breakfast I walked round to the nearest pharmacie and asked for quelque chose contre le piqures des moustiques, and she gave me a medication rather than a topical remedy. It’s certainly made me a lot less itchy, but the blotchiness meant that on the first sunny morning, I ended up having to wear long sleeves! 

Farewell to Morlaix

I am not convinced by the BreizhGO transport system – I booked my ticket yesterday and was told that I’d need to take the shuttle to the SNCF Gare, but when the ticket came through online, it said I was leaving from le Viaduc. That was all very nice and convenient but playing it safe, I left early and found the Viaduc stop and a timetable there – and the bus I was aiming for does not start from there! (The one two hours later, does....). So I had to bustle and find the shuttle stop – luckily not too far – and did the long twisty road to get us to the top of the Viaduct level, and the Station, which is also the bus pickup.  Going up in daylight, I am profoundly grateful to my Friday night rescuers – it would have been a VERY long walk down!

Bus photo as we cross the river at Pont de la Corde

The bus was pretty full, but I think a number of them were a group.  The bus makes a couple of stops, at Pont de La Corde, and then at Pol de Leon – depending on things, I might try and do a bus run to the latter tomorrow; it looked fascinating.  

Pol de Leon

We stopped at the ferry terminal (only four people getting off, but then it was just midday after all) and then on to the Quai d’Auxerre, right on the waterfront.  My blasted wifi decided to opt out on me again, and I was working by guesswork in finding my hotel, but just as I was about to quit, and ask, I found it – almost as far north as you can get in Roscoff. 

Tide on the turn just outside the hotel

I was a little early, but I was able to put my bags in storage and venture out again – first to explore the church across the road, and then to find a creperie where I could have lunch in the shade of an umbrella.  It was as sunny in Roscoff as in Morlaix, but the breeze off the water makes so much difference!  Hot, but not humid.

From my lunch-table

A lunchtime galette

Back to the hotel around 4pm to cool off and take some time, and start the blog, and then another walk – this time to the that northernmost point, where I could see a couple of fishermen wading hopefully, The hotel is situated in a very quiet little corner, right on the water, but with minimal traffic on the road. 

Ossuary

Church bell-tower

There's a fishermen's church almost opposite - Eglize Notre-Dame de Croaz-Batz - which is Gothic/Renaissance (16th century), with two ossuary chapels in the grounds, and an openwork Renaissance bell-tower, with balustrades, domes and lanterns. I found the interior much less appealing and over-ornate 

But from outside, it's very striking!

The hotel is not the most beautiful of buildings – there are so many lovely ones around here – but it’s obviously been purpose-built and it’s well maintained. My view misses the water, but has a much nicer over-the-roofs vista than my Morlaix hotel.

And the water is close - out the door, turn right, and there's a little laneway to the sea-wall, where I could see fishermen wading hopefully.

The oldest house on the point...

I headed around the point, and discovered the Marine Sciences building, which is part of the Sorbonne, and did a little walk and a little sit in the evening sunshine, before returning to my hotel room, and my computer!

Marine Sciences - what a place to work!

Looking southwest