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2025.115

Hello from France

By Zachary Forrest y Salazar

Bonjour. The first time I looked into coming to Brittany, I thought it was a specific city in France. I didn't understand that it was a region, one that has its own distinct history from the rest of the country. We ended up visiting here a couple of years ago, while we were traveling the world. We went to Vannes, Rennes, St. Malo, Rochefort-en-terre. This time, we're in Hennebont, a 30-minute train ride beyond Vannes towards the coast. In fact, we spent the day in Vannes yesterday, and it was nice to revisit. Tomorrow, we return to Rennes.

We're staying at Domaine de Locguénolé, a fancy chateau or castle (I don't know the technical difference) overlooking the Blavet river.

Domaine de Locquénolé
Domaine de Locquénolé

This morning, I watched a very posh individual have two boiled eggs for breakfast and then later, saw him leave in his Bentley. It's raining sideways today, so the hotel staff brought out the luggage and wiped the suitcases down before and after setting them inside the trunk of the car. There's this saying in the Bible, and I paraphrase, but it goes something like you're in the world but not of it. And watching this unfold from my bedroom window, the memory of that phrase came out of nowhere and hit me hard.