On the western end of the Bay of Saint-Brieuc, Côtes d’Armor, lies a beautiful island next to the small coastal city of Ploubazlanec. By committing to the Cape of Arcouest you reach the pier for a few minutes crossing. And the scenery begins, enchanting and brutal.
Massive disproportionate rocks appear to have been carved by erosion. Or were they carved by some kind of giants? Their surprising forms, evocative or perfectly identifiable are too numerous to be attributed to chance, which, as everyone knows, does not exist.
Mila Zahno is sharing her emotion and some valuable discoveries.
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