So alone in the world that for three days and two nights, we met almost no-one. With the exception of a few islanders leaning against the bar at La Godaille, slightly wary of our presence on their rock. The largest in Brittany. We didn't linger. It's an informal meeting of the Belle-île tennis club. And then, the next day, we want to see Belle-Île wake up.
The show is astonishing. Here at the Palais, you don't just see a city rise out of bed. It's an entire territory, a landscape, being brought to life. But nothing here is set in stone. And everything is constantly moving and changing: the light, the horizon, the scenery, the atmosphere...