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A Week in Brittany

June 24, 2017 Destination Feature, Headline News No Comments Email Email

Leaning out the window of our accommodations on the rural outskirts of Bordeaux were assailed by two things: a cat which wants to come in and share our comfort, and the scent of the garden. First to hit me is the strong perfume of lavender; it is everywhere. There was a mist or a bit of rain last night and the dewy drops have settled on the willowy plants and their purple flowers growing in the garden outside and are squeezing the aroma from the leaves. Picking up the acquiescent cat to slowly wander around the acre or so that makes up the gardens of our abode, theres another scent; the lawnor grass meadow is scattered with mint and as we walk it assails our nostrils with the most marvellous scent. Stopping to take it all in theres yet more to tease the senses: the herby aroma of bay laurel mingles with the spice of sage growing wild; a huge fig has dropped overripe, purple fruits in profusion onto the ground where theyve splattered and the rich heady perfume has joined the cacophony of scent. The air itself seems to celebrate the bounty, and as I type the thyme convinces us that its time to explore a little more. There is so much more to discover in this verdant countryside”.

Small village of Montertelot

Australian journalist Jackie Gill and photographer friend Debra Mitchell, along with a group of Aussie friends, found much to love during their recent visit to France.

Part of their five week stay included a portion organised by a Frenchwoman, Pascale Gerson, who lives in Australia and has a passion for introducing her home country to visitors through her popular “Visit My French Village” tourism venture.

Montertelot drinking with the locals

The Aussie contingent enjoyed a stay in a property on the outskirts of Bordeaux – which prompted the opening paragraph of this story – and then a week in Brittany. The wonderfully rustic accommodations were once the oxen stables of a large 13th century chateaux which still looms on the landscape behind the chestnut trees.

The accommodations are a short wander to the town of La Chapelle-Caro; and a only a few more steps in other directions to other, equally delightful little towns. Most of the pathways wind through woodlands, or along the side of century-old canals. A half hour walk takes the thirsty visitor to another of the tiny enchanting French villages, with a pub which looks over the canal. It’s very easy to settle in and enjoy a vin rouge in the afternoon sunlight.

Josselin medieval town

Every distant vista has a steeple. From every road there is a horizon cut by green forest and field, and brown paddocks ploughed and ready for planting and, everywhere the evidence of people. Houses small and large and sometimes enormous dot the countryside and everywhere there are villages; towns that are home to sometimes a handful of houses and sometimes thousands. Throughout the country identical houses jam the road sides, dressed in shades of cream and light yellow with high sloping vshaped roofs of slate. Its hard to go five kilometres without passing through another enclave; many appear to be unnamed and unknown as towns to anyone but those who reside there. We have learnt how to tell the difference. True villages are defined by the churches around which all are built. And what churches they are. With Roman, Gothic and Medieval roots they soar above the centre of the town with arched windows and high oak doors. Located in the centre of each village, usually near the town square, and almost always, we have noticed, with a cat, their bell towers pierce the sky, and stone or slate, the steeples make their mark on the horizons of the French countryside.”

Café in a small village in Brittany

From the accommodation the visitors ranged across Brittany; exploring ancient megaliths and standing stones; oyster beds at the wide, clean beach; staring awe-struck at Mont St Michel in the afternoon light; wandering through a forest called Broceliande where Merlin the Magician is said to have died.

Pascale’s promise is that visitors to her “French Village” will get a taste of the real France. That was certainly the case. With its crepes and apple and its cider and corn fields; its window boxes full of geraniums it was a glorious experience. “Visit My French Village” organised the accommodations, pick-ups and drop-offs and all the little extras that ensure a brilliant, hassle free experience for the visitor.

Local market in Malestroit

Journalist Jackie Gill writes a blog called The Blue Hats ( or FB The BlueHats).

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