Through a heavy mist, I traversed the Island taking in the numerous lighthouses and beautiful landscape and houses. This island was made for the Gods. How cool would it be to find a small needy stone cottage that I could restore and live in. I am sure within three months my French would be proficient enough to manage quite well here. Most of the visitors here are hikers and bird watchers, vacation second homes as well. My room mate, in his late twenties, is here with his friends for two weeks observing the various migratory birds. I have always characterized bird watchers as a little in the geeky side, not these guys. They are hardy red blood Frenchmen. They thrive on the inclement weather because it keeps the birds on the ground where they can observe them. The Ile de Ouessant is one the top places in France to bird watch. Everyone has computer bird apps where birds share sightings with one another. We talked birds a bit; I have about ten species which are regulars around my house, both migratory and all-year-rounders.
I took the 18:00 ferry back to Brest after saying goodbye to my new friends. Being Sunday evening, the boat was packed. Two stops before Brest, one of which is a small island which I should have spent a day on. My ride back to my auberge jeunesse was a straight shot along the waterfront. The weather tomorrow will be more of the same so I will just bike around town seeing more sites.
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