Saturday, March 3, 2012
But I have been to Bretania on less sunnier days and yet even under overcast skies and the mild drizzle of rain, the islands, as seen from the mainland, are still a wonder to behold. The mood though is markedly different. Instead of the sharp contrasts and the warmly vivid colors brought about by bright and sunny summer days, the islands float eerily like ghostly wraiths or illusions on pastel colored waters under gloomy, menacing clouds. Everything seems pale and insubstantial, the whole dreamlike panorama of sea and sky framed by the misty haze of faraway rain. (Click here for more pictures...)
On these days, everything is in quiet repose. The motor boats that noisily ferry tourists to the various islands and islets and then back again to the mainland on busy days remain silently tethered to their moorings, scarcely moving in the still, almost glassy sea. Very people are up and about and there is a sense of desolate isolation over everything, as if the village and the islands beyond it are merely watchfully waiting for something. Something exciting and wonderful that is yet to happen or wondrous possibilities and empty promises yet unfulfilled.