Stoned in Carnac
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| (All photos by your humble blogkeeper) |
To paraphrase Barry Goldwater, extremism in the defense of buckwheat crepes filled with Merguez sausage, egg, onions, and salad is no vice. I spent four nights in Carnac and ate the above-named delicious local specialty for dinner the last three. A butter-and-sugar crepe with lemon and orange zest for dessert is no slouch, either.Here's a last bit of Brittany, from before I got on the rocky road to Dublin, though the rocks were in France.
The first two photos below depict the celebrated Grand Menhir Brisé at Locmariaquer, one head-on, the other a lateral view. Want an idea of how big this 6,700-year-old megalith is — and of how imposing it must have been before its collapse thousands of years ago? Note the groundskeeper standing between two of the fragments in the second photo.
Bizet Breizh! © Peter Rozovsky 2013
Labels: Brittany, Carnac, images, Locmariaquer, megaliths, Neolithic Age, noir photos, what I did on my vacation
posted by Peter Rozovsky at 7:22 PM
6 Comments:
That Barry Goldwater--he was always so spot on.
Looks like you had good weather, too.
It's odd to reflect that Goldwater gained a reputation as a wise, moderate old head in his later years. In retrospect, I can't make up my mind whether his "Extremism in the defense of liberty" declaration sounds dangerous, or whether it's more a failed attempt to capture the ringing tone of Lincoln or the Founding Fathers. It's likely both.
I wore those mid-calf shorts my whole four days in Brittany and wound up with my lower legs done like a medium-rare roast. I even had warm sun for my megalith- and high-cross hopping in Ireland. I was most fortunate with the weather this trip. But the same sun that seemed so warming in the Morbihan and Ireland is cloying in Philadelphia. It's not entirely the heat, thought, it's the subjectivity.
I had better not describe the weather in Santa Cruz right now, subjectivity or no...
56° and cloudy, to judge from the tone of your comment.
No, clear and balmy, with a light breeze.
Dang!
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