We went to see the place. Nice view, nice walk, if you are around , it is worth to visit. There is nice table for rest after the walk.

At 14, my parents had the excellent idea to send me for one month to Paris in a family with young people roughly my age, to become really fluent in French, a language I has started to learn at school at the age of 7. The family was recommended by the director of my school, a priest and one of the oldest sons of the French family had just started to study theology. What nobody had told us was that the family spent their holidays in a very old family house on the minuscule island of Bréhat. The older brother drove me from Paris in his 2Cv to the little fisherman’s village of Paimpol, from where we took the « ferry », an old fisherman’s boat, to tiny Bréhat, where at the time only 2 farmers were allowed to have a tractor, and they secured ‘public transport’ when the ferry arrived, during wintertime only 80 natives lived on the island. We had arrived early in the morning and my new brother took me to inspect a 18 feet wooden boat which he inherited from his uncle a local fisherman. It was low tide and then the island had at least quadrupled in sizé the difference of the water level at high time is 12 meters. So most of the time the little boats, were standing on dry land and the window of high tide, when the boats could move either by rowing or under sail was small, my bro took me for the first time sailing on the Atlantic for about an hour’ since that day I do love the sea, while knowing to respect her, because she is a very dangerous and capricious lover, After supper bro suggested to walk on the only path to the end of the island to enjoy sunset, It was high tide, so I came at a spot where when you kneeled on the path, you could touch the sea at each side of the path, suite extraordinary experience, I continued walking and when moving upwards, making a little turn, I saw to my utmost astonishment exactly what the artist who took this picture saw. At the right you see the path I just mentioned and then the rocks and a tiny lighthouse. I remember my emotion as if it was yesterday. I can even smell the sea, hear the wind blowing and the sound of the waver breaking against the rocks. When I saw this pictures in the suggestions to write a comment, I didn’t have to read the title, nor the place and immidiately started writing this review. When Bro sent me there without telling wat to expect, he gave me one of the most brilliant gifts I ever received, the artist who took the picture will forgive me to share with you something a picture cannot show, at least, I never saw one, but during a short while, depending on the sun (given the shades I think this picture was taken in the morning, the sun coming in from the east ans what I want to share is a phenomenon that is best visible at sunset, the other elements are excellent, the sky is blue with little to no clouds and the sea is calm an dark blue, in my situation the ephemerides were ideal : the rocks dress up in delicate pink, it is breathtaking and unforgettable. I went to the light House and set down until night. Back in the tiny village I was told the name of the lighthouse « Phare du Paon »w I would go for a Peacock rather than a Phaisent, although both translations are correct and are both subspecies os the same category. I must have asked almost all permanent locals, but never got a concluding answer wether it was « Paon » because of the Red Rocks « roches rouges » changed so beautifully their colours, but I always stayed with Peacock because of the change of colour, the fact that it could be dangerous to approach, but most of all for the poetic aspect. If ever you are in the area, nowadays preferably in May’/June or September, and take your time to enjoy this exceptional beauty. PS pers : PYQ si par miracle tu lis ceci, fais moi signe stp, merci!