Louis and I always end our French holidays with a night in Roscoff because it is thoroughly pleasant there. We park up at the ferry port overnight and head off into the historic town for lunch. Crepes this time in a new place on the seafront. Here's the main street. I took several shops trying to ditch the man in the fluorescent jacket but he kept popping up. I've taken the pragmatic view that he was supposed to be there.
Louis has a favourite chocolate shop, a branch of Georges Larnicol. I've posted about the one in Concarneau before with the anatomically correct lion. Here's a much more demure confectionery boat.
And the view from outside the shop. Adorable isn't it?
The most famous food in Roscoff though are its pink oignons. Here's some fine examples of them hanging from the town hall. As you do!
More on a bike. A homage to the 'Johnnies' who used to come across to England and peddle their wares.
There's beautiful stonework. Lou says that this is not a flying cat.
Gorgeous painted woodwork in the unusual town church.
And peeps of the sea down cutesy streets. American reader by now will be having a field day. This is Europe. We do 'old' in droves.
I must show you this. It's wine that's aged under the waves - complete with a barnacle-y crusting.
A view towards the Ile de Batz. There's a ferry out to this gorgeous little island.
Back at the ferry port I spied some unusual masts that I thought needed investigation. Next to a mundane old ferry 'Oscar Wilde', carrying passengers to Ireland there was this gorgeous windjammer. She's a passenger ship called Sea Cloud II.
We had a drink in a funky bar near the new marina. There were yachts and yachty types - lots of them.
And a very colourful piece of art. Roscoff is certainly a place worth hanging out in. I wonder if most of the other channel ports have their own charms that are worth a stopover.