Sunday, September 11, 2011

Saint-Gvenole

After the meal we sit down to talk with him about this and that. You know, monsieur, who I just was not ... Held important positions in the military police, was a deputy and, behold, an old Parisian, found myself here ... He has hard. Fierce competition: the canning factories Morocco wages are much lower, Moroccan sardines filled the French market. Cannery does not release him now: he always smells slightly of fish. I do not know, determines whether the appearance of a person's interests or the same medium converts the external features, but it definitely is something fishy. ... Locals rybachat mostly artels. Have a common vessel, each with his share of work. Cooperative division was reflected in municipal affairs - no wonder the municipal council of Saint-Gvenole headed Communists. However, there are among the fishermen and private entrepreneurs, many of them - the Parisian dealers. In the department of Finistere fishermen like to specialize: some villages only catch of lobsters and crayfish, other fish and shellfish. On a small stretch of coastline curlers, with seven marinas, home to four thousand fishermen who fished in the spring mackerel and tuna in the Bay of Biscay. Harbor Saint Gvenole - in fact, a wide berth, directly adjacent to homes. What a picturesque local fleet! Crudely put together the court outlines resemble skates. Housing blue, or blue, with scarlet and green stripes along the sides, which are beautifully reflected in a transparent, wrinkled by the wind water. Gently hanging over the deck and brightly colored booth steering sails color bovine blood. Trucks with mountains of salt in the body approach the dock, go ranks, bringing to a wide-angled vessels up the network, the fishermen in the blue or brick-red dress. Aboard a bottle of wine, tomatoes, pale green cabbages, southern fruits. In the air, mingling, swim smells: bread, fish, vegetables and spices. They're heading in the path of the ancient mariners. Wooden ships, sails - heavy, soaked in salt ahead - not one-week voyage, which is the same lottery: back with nothing - just the whole village will be reflected, but a good catch all for the good. When fishermen go to sea in Saint-Gvenole reigning women. They are seen and heard from afar. Of those who are older, many are illiterate and do not even know how to speak French and do not understand this language. They know only Breton, listening to French tourists feel almost in a foreign country.

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