Oh, I long to be back there, on that secluded beach, on that glorious autumn afternoon. A very moving, tender polychrome figure, one of many such at the Museum of Breton Culture in Quimper. This is a world-class museum on an intimate scale. You should go if ever you have the chance! The doors of my rented house in the Breton countryside were almost electric in their blueness. There was a doll museum in Josselin, containing the collection of a member of the Rohan family, who've owned the adjacent chateau since time began. Or thereabouts. Early in my stay, Casey and I had lunch in Lochmariaquer, before taking a boat ride among the nearby islands. Here were some neighbors at the cafe. Be sure to check out Casey's sketches of Brittany---she posted more yesterday. So, c'est tout, les amis. I have no more of Brittany to share. Hasn't it been fun, though? I hope someday to return to that surprising, enchanting place.