
Brittany is the land of many legends and tales, the expression
of the megaliths and granite cliffs, when magma convexions turned from on an orange syrup to the pink and violets rocks where waves come and vanish in salted
vapors.
Little people didn't wait till the third millenar to communicate beyond the ligns of the blue horizon and in each and every of their caves, using
their ears, they were up to welcome the joingoists going beyond the frontiers of the Leprechauns realm in their chauvinist attempt.
Long before 'Jackie in the rocking chair' become a reknown author, stones were bearing, Korrigans danced at night and mermaids charmed sailors with their songs and long
hairs.
So, let's have the barrels full of beer and rum be emptied, once delivered by the allmighty ocean.