Pointe du Raz

As our Brittany adventure drew to a close, we made one last --and successful attempt to visit Pointe du Raz, at the end of the peninsula. We started with lunch in Duoarnenez by the harbor -- featuring coquilles St. Jacques en brochette -- then started on our trip to the park. We stopped at a small inlet featuring a tiny house and lighthouse, and walked into the woods to see a restored mill. Tom had seen it on our last visit, when it had been a run down ruin with signs telling of the new owner's renovation plans. Now it was beautifully restored, and working away making all manner of flour.


The water enters from a stream uphill.

The outdoor paddle wheel turns an indoor wheel,

which turns a heavy wheel underneath the works,


that moves the grinding wheel against the grain fed in the funnel,
and carried the flour up to the third level by a belt,


where the flour was sfted onto a drum, and brushed,


and fell to the bottom floor and collected in sacks,


which were collected by the young woman and the counter and weighed into bags for sale.

From there we drove to Pointe du Raz, the end of the peninsula, with jagged cliffs and picturesque views, the photos of which have temporarily gone missing.

The next day we collected ourselves and our stuff, tidied the house, and left for Ile aux Moines, the the delightful and warm hospitality of Loni and Bob.

Adieux to chez Greenside.