I was a bit worried before moving to Brittany. I heard a lot of things before moving here, some great, and a lot that weren’t so great. Above all, I was worried about the weather. Oh, the weather. One of the many idées reçues about Brittany is the weather.
While I always keep a parka type jacket in my car, because it is Brittany after all, I actually really enjoy the weather. Brittany is a paysage of blue and green, soft and harsh, all at once. The exact same spot looks different 365 days a year, dependent on light, season, weather. It is a photographers paradise, a living water color that changes constantly.
It feeds my soul. I can imagine generations, thousands of years, of feet walking the same trails, paths, rocky beaches. I sometimes feel like I can see Viking boats land on the beaches, watch the Celts arrive after years of west word movement. It feels to me like a home you continually rediscover. An old manoir filled with secrets that uncover themselves over time. The gray misty mornings are mysterious, and hauntingly beautiful. From our house I can see fields of yellow, green, brown- like a quilt thrown on the ground. Hints of celtic traditions peek through, whispers of ancient pagan traditions mixed with abbeys, churches and other traditional monuments that are a constant throughout most of France.
I find it to be magical, beautiful, haunting mix. A place I think I could never tire of, a place I hope to continue to explore and call my own.
