from the multi-hued blues and delicate pinks of springtime Brittany to the water-sculpted stones and cliff-faces of the coastline, striated in geometric patterns and abstractly spotted with black lichen patches...
to super-human [or perhaps not quite human!] strength hands that built such dolmen "monuments"against which much, much later settlers constructed their conventional stone houses...
we walk in dew-wet fields dotted by immense menhirs that have been placed there beyond the sense of time...and feel the enigmatic energy exerted from such powerful and solid presences and we wonder of the mysterious significance of the chosen sites...
in Carnac, thousands of such stones are aligned in rows like some neolithic mega-sized cemetary, but their original purpose will never ever be fully revealed...
in Carnac, thousands of such stones are aligned in rows like some neolithic mega-sized cemetary, but their original purpose will never ever be fully revealed...we can only marvel at the scale and determination to arrange such megaliths and how long they have stood immutable and silent in fields that bloom yellow for countless springs...
and then there is always an invigorated phallic-fixated queen along the way to commemorate some long-winded adventure by erecting this, "une des plus belles stèles du Morbihan"!
and then there is always an invigorated phallic-fixated queen along the way to commemorate some long-winded adventure by erecting this, "une des plus belles stèles du Morbihan"!
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