Cameret-sur Mer

Imagine my dismay this morning when I enthusiastically went out on deck for our arrival to Roscoff and I couldn’t see past my nose. (Extra photo of Roscoff)

Poor planning saw me arrive into Crozon where swarms of festival goers lined the roads and every square inch of campsite, field, and parking space had a tent or camper van on it. Actually, no planning is probably closer to the truth.

Luckily I got the last spot in a campsite a little further away. A quick bike ride to orient myself, and a swim and I had forgotten about the morning disappointments.

I love France