I think I could live here

We unpacked at a beautiful spot right on the Atlantic Ocean, called Concarneau, just as the sun started to set. And that's not me exploring the rocks, but the other Kate (there are too many Kate's in the world).

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Here's where Megan and I had a beer (or four), and watched les Anglais go for the wins against the XV de France (the 15 of France). I don't think the busdriver could have put it any better the next day. "Today, France is in morning." This café was also where we met a Canadian couple (rooting for England), who had just sold their house and are about to start on a 3 year sailing trip around the world.***
For how late we stayed out, we got up way too early. Here's the ocean pre-sunrise. I fell into a tidepool earlier, so I was a little bitter towards this piece of ocean.
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Mooring field. Almost sunrise time. Soggy feet.
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Now tell me that this picture is not postcard worthy.
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Postcard moment #2. I've got some skills.
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Finally, the sun decides to quit pushing the snoowe button and get up.***

I hope I get to go back to this village before I leave next year. It was so beautiful and the people so friendly. I'd have to learn Breton and join the fishing industry.
It's a thought.
Anyone else want to buy a boat?