vendredi 27 janvier 2006
Here is picture of the Shamrock Pub nearby Lanhourneau. All the buildings are made out of grey stones.
Alain and his grandmother in front of her house.
Alain on the rocky rocky beach, walking barefoot, 
ouch!
Small church by the sea
Alain, his mother, her Aunt, and his father, on a bridge near Brest.
Standing stones.
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