1. DOUARNÉNEZ The gray and somewhat uninteresting village of Douarnénez undergoes a change when the fishing-boats come home. Even with your eyes shut, you would soon know of the advent of the fishermen by the downward clatter of myriads of sabots through the badly-paved steep streets, gathering in volume and rapidity with each succeeding minute. The village has been thoroughly wakened up. Douarnénez is the headquarters of the sardine fishery, and the home-coming of the sardine boats is a matter of no little importance. The 9,000 inhabitants of the place are all given up to this industry. Prosperity, or adversity, depends upon the faithfulness, or the fickleness, of the little silver fish in visiting their shores. Not long ago the sardines forsook Douarnénez, and great was the desolation and despair which settled upon the people. However, the season this year is good, and the people are prosperous. As one descends the tortuous street leading to the sea, when the tide is in, everything and everyone you encounter seem to be in one way or another connected with sardines. The white-faced houses are festooned and hung with fine filmy fishing-nets of a pale cornflower hue, edged with rows of deep russet-brown corks. Occasionally they are stretched from house to house across the street, and one passes beneath triumphal arches of really glorious gray-blue fishing-nets. This same little street, which barely an hour ago was practically empty and deserted, now swarms with big bronzed fishermen coming up straight from the sea, laden with their dripping cargo of round brown baskets half filled with glistening fish. They live differently from the sleepy villagers—these strapping giants of the sea, with their deep-toned faces, their hair made tawny by exposure, their blue eyes, which somehow or other seem so very blue against the dark red-brown of their complexion, their reckless, rollicking, yet graceful, sailor's gait. A sailor always reminds me of a cat amongst a roomful of crockery: he looks as if he will knock over something or trip over something every moment as he swings along in his careless fashion; yet he never does. CONTENTS 1. Douarnénez 2. Rochefort-en-Terre 3. Vitré 4. Vannes 5. Quimper 6. St. Brieuc 7. Paimpol 8. Guingamp 9. Huelgoat 10. Concarneau 11. Morlaix 12. Pont-Aven 13. Quimperlé 14. Auray 15. Belle Isle 16. St. Anne d'Auray 17. St. Malo 18. Mont St. Michel 19. Château des Rochers 20. Carnac 21. A Romantic Land LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS 1. Marie Jeanne FACING PAGE 2. Homeward Bound 3. Grandmère 4. Meditation 5. Minding the Babies 6. A Cottage in Rochefort-en-Terre 7. At Rochefort-en-Terre 8. Mid-day Rest 9. A Cottage Home 10. Mediæval Houses, Vitré 11. Preparing the Mid-day Meal 12. In Church 13. Père Louis 14. Idle Hours 15. La Vieille Mère Perot 16. A Vieillard 17. Place Henri Quatre, Vannes 18. Gossips 19. A Cattle Market 20. Bread Stalls 21. In a Breton Kitchen 22. A Rainy Day at the Fair 23. In the Porch of the Cathedral, Quimper 24. The Vegetable Market, Quimper 25. Outside the Cathedral, Quimper 26. By the Side of a Farm 27. On the Road to Bannalec 28. Débit de Boissons 29. Church of St. Mody 30. Reflections 31. A Sabot-Stall 32.