January 2022
I needed to get out of the house and see something different, so at the end of January I jumped in my car and drove out to Brest for a long weekend.
As it happened, there were a number of photo expositions going on in different parts of the city, so I used that as an excuse to wander.
I had been to Brest before, the first time in 1986 on my second trip to France, but I had forgotten just how hilly the city is, so I got something of a workout tramping up and down its streets.
Brest is not like so many other French cities with cobbled streets between charming old stone buildings. The city suffered greatly during the war and most of its buildings were destroyed. The reconstruction was necessarily rushed and concrete was used everywhere.
The last two images were taken on the drive home.
