Lost & Found in Roscoff

Although we have left Roscoff for more rural Sizun, we had to return again today as MrsB had helpfully placed our two passports in our bedroom drawer of last weeks apartment in Saint-Pol-de-Léon for "safe keeping" but forgot to then retrieve them before we left. Whether these were technically ever 'lost' will naturally remain a mute point between us. Fortunately the next weeks occupants of our old flat found them and passed on to lovely landlady Mme Pigent who Got Brittany Ferries to call us. We hadn't even realised they were missing!

So it was that good fortune, as well as the sun was shining in Brittany today, so after picking up said passports, we headed for a lazy promenade around Roscoff. This then is a picture of the old port light house which I had first seen a week back through binoculars as we arrived early morning after a long overnight sail on Betty Blue from Dartmouth. Funny how tiredness plays tricks on the mind, but I told Skipper Martin it couldn't possibly be a lighthouse, but must be the painted end-gable of a very thin house. Needless to say we didn't run aground, but it did delay our arrival in port a little while until we found our bearings via charts and GPS.

What we didn't manage to find today though, but spent the afternoon looking for, was the delightfully named 'Rue Des Johnnies' to see a photo portrait exhibition of the famous 'Onion Johnnies' of Roscoff. I thought the image of beret wearing Frenchmen in a Breton stripey top with onions laid over their bicycle handlebars was a racial stereotype, but not only was I wrong here (again), it is actually a highly celebrated part of local culture, and which is proudly exported (literally) to England every year.