I often say that if you visit Brittany, where I’m from, you’ll understand a lot about me. I’ve grown to be deeply attached to my region and I think my different stays and explorations throughout my adult life truly shaped me, my personality, my interests and my values.

I took Jeremi on a road trip along the north coast, from Saint-Malo to Crozon, to show him all these familiar places and the Breton way of life.

We spent our days on the beach, swimming in the cold sea, reading and watching our skin get tanned. We visited castles and abandoned forts. We ate galettes and croissants in tiny ports. We bought fresh fruits and vegetables at the market. We camped in the shade of trees. We waited for a heavy storm to stop, curled up in the tent until almost noon.

We just lived outside, with sand everywhere. Sand in the tent, sand in the car, sand in our sleeping bags, sand between the pages of our books.

I love Brittany with all my heart, and with every single cell of my body. I know that instead of blood, its wild sea runs through my veins.