Roscoff, Brittany, France - My New Found Love!

The town of Roscoff, in northern Brittany, is as disarming a granite-built little port as any in Brittany, Coastal southwest England or American's Maine coastline villages to be exact. 
The town, although it seems like a village, is open to the sea but drawn tight round the community. Shipping and free-booting wealth equipped it with a framework of fine solid 216th and 17th century houses. Some fishing continues and good beaches ( somewhat cold to swim in) have a generous coating of pleasure seekers. 
Brittany like its two other regions in France ( Alsace and Corsica) are very independent and have their own culture, language, music and customs. Brittany is closer to southern England and Ireland in many ways than to France. In fact  Ferries from Ireland and Plymouth come into port every day. The music you hear all over Brittany is Celtic. Close you eyes and you'll think you are in Ireland. 
The storybook harbor and towns buildings are trimmed with flowers and  it is one of the , if not the most pleasing places to stay for awhile anywhere in France.

It's also the home to the Onion Jonnies - these were Breton Farm men who used to cycle around Britain, peddling their local pink onions ( and are they great!) door-to-door With berets, hooped shirts and bikes laden with onion-string, they established the caricature of Frenchmen for British people who rarely saw any others. 

There are two wonderful hotels here, also the boat 15 minutes over to the tropical island of Batz, After Roscoff drive east along the most fantastic coastline called 'the Pink Granite' coast to another wonderful town called Perros-Guirec.
If I had to live in France ( which I want to do) then Roscoff would be where I would end my days; happy and content,no question about it. Brittany and Roscoff have captured my heart and soul.
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