We were invited to a friend’s wedding in this beautiful part of Brittany, so we took the opportunity to spend a few days there—first on the Pink Granite Coast and then in Cornwall. Our friends, who are from the Trégor region, had found us a really nice little gîte in Tonquédec, just a stone’s throw from the coast. It was the perfect base for exploring the area’s iconic sites. We stayed in a lovely little house that combined authenticity, comfort, elegance, and tranquility.

Our first trip to the coast was to Ploumanac’h, a small village we discovered thanks to Stéphane Bern’s show. It’s an adorable little fishing port where we parked the car before continuing on foot along the sea. It’s charming—more than that, it’s magical!



Our first walk, our first hike along the coastal path, and our first photos of these massive rocks bathed in light.





The views change with every turn, and so do the surprises—especially the view of the Château de Costaérès.

The path through the woods leads us to the Chapel of Saint Guirec, which overlooks the beach.





This pretty little beach is famous for its oratory, which sits in the middle of the sand and houses the statue of St. Guirec. In the past, young women hoping to marry within the year would often pray to him—they’d stick a needle into his nose! Today, the statue is made of stone, but back then, it was wooden, which must’ve made it easier.





It’s really charming, well-sheltered, and the water is crystal clear. We noticed that everywhere we went!

Hi there, We’re about to finalize a booking for late July near the Pink Granite Coast. We’re wondering about the traffic jams that could make our trip miserable, given how famous the place is—we’re excited to see it too. Could it get pretty bad? Thanks for sharing your experiences.

Hello,

Some travel to the ends of the Earth to climb Everest, but I set off more modestly to take on a challenge just as beautiful and demanding: walking the entire coast of Brittany.

Four months on the land of my ancestors... Four months with my thoughts... Four months living an adventure that changed my life...

No mountain to climb, no extreme weather conditions—just following the ocean and putting one foot in front of the other for 2,100 km to connect Saint-Nazaire to Mont Saint-Michel along the Customs Officers' Path.

I’d never walked that many days in a row. No performance to achieve, no record to break—just a path I followed. More than a path, I’d say it was a journey. I let my steps carry me, gradually letting go of the plan I’d set for myself to truly embrace the moment. I lived one of the most beautiful experiences of my life. An unforgettable adventure filled with encounters, joy, tears, and powerful moments etched into my memory. How could I not be touched by the warmth of the Bretons who opened their doors—and above all, their hearts—to me?

I cried tears of happiness. It felt so good. I felt alive, present, connected to myself and to others. I celebrated life. Everything reminded me of the luck I had to be on Earth. Everything amazed me—from the sound of the waves to the songs of birds, the endless colors of the sea, and the wind rushing through the trees, not to mention all the little signs life sent my way. I loved all those "chances" (were they really just coincidences?), all those unexpected encounters. Yes, life is beautiful! This path reminded me of the luck I have to be alive and here on this Earth. When you wake up every day to the sound of nature, how can you not appreciate your existence?

Everyone walks for a reason, whether it’s the Camino de Santiago or the Customs Officers' Path—it’s first and foremost a personal journey. I wanted to experience long-distance walking to discover new things. I got my share of answers, but also new questions. I wrote in my travel journal every day to remember every moment, every sensation, every encounter, every thought.

Now, it’s time to share this adventure with as many people as possible through a book I’ve been working on for two years... Readers’ feedback has been unanimous: "It’s simply a brilliant book."

I truly hope it will inspire you and give you the desire to pursue your own dreams too.

The book is available in bookstores, on Amazon, and on my website GR34 Aventure if you’d like a signed copy.

Thank you

Hi everyone,

We started hiking the GR 34 a few years ago. At first, we did short hikes starting from our holiday home. Gradually, we had to drive to the starting point where we’d left off. Two years ago, we set off with our four boys (12, 9, 9, and 4 years old) for a 13-day trip, with 10 days of walking. We went from Pont-Aven to Bénodet (100 km). Challenge accomplished! We were so proud—especially the boys—and rightly so! This summer, we want to continue the adventure. We plan to pick up from Bénodet and go all the way to Pointe du Raz (~130 km). The boys are still motivated, though the youngest is a little less so. But he’ll have time to warm up to the idea. Do you know of any spots along this route (presbytery, bivouac, friends, campsites—but *really* cheap ones) where we can pitch our two small tents? Two years ago, we only stayed at campsites, and in the end, the bill was still pretty steep. We’d like to cut costs as much as possible. Thanks so much for your help! See you soon, Marie

Leaving in 15 days for Brittany, specifically the southern Finistère and Bénodet...

Tourists expected to boost the culinary restaurant industry!

Haven’t read the guide for latecomers yet, and I’m really wary of online reviews. Where can I eat without getting ripped off, enjoy quality food—crêperies, seafood, nice atmosphere... Thanks to all you savvy foodies!

I’m a Burgundian—true, pure, through and through. I’d never want to leave this region, which, objectively speaking, is the most beautiful in the world. It’s overflowing with wonders. But—because there’s always a but—I decided to marry a Breton, a true, pure, tough, stubborn one who only talks about that and has a flag in the hallway (tied to the Burgundian flag on the wall). That’s how my life went off the rails, and this is my story!

January 2014 The trip to Kenya was planned for September. We were deep into researching our future route! For once, I agreed to leave my magnificent region. But then, in the middle of a Manau song (cliché #1), she announces she’s got a bun in the oven. Before she could explain what that expression meant, I asked what kind of candy it was... We canceled the trip because the due date was set for September! Though, I could’ve gone alone. What’s that, my love? You say no? But... there’s no but? Alright, my love! Yes, yes, I’m drinking my herbal tea and going to bed!

April 2015 The trip still wasn’t happening this year either. I preferred to spend my savings on my son, whom I’ll call Mister M! One day, while she’s listening to Celkilt (cliché #2) and drinking Breizh Cola (cliché #3) in front of Breizh TV (cliché #4), she gets a phone call. Her family in Brittany invites us because they want to see Mister M. What joy... I loooooove my in-laws... No, I’m kidding. They’re nice. Yes, yes. Stop teasing me. Okay, fine, it annoys me even though I’m excited to discover the region. The only time I went there, I was 3 years old (in Brittany, not with my in-laws), and it rained a lot (cliché num... nooooo, my dad told me that, it’s not a cliché!). My wife, though, is thrilled to go "home" and show me around. Hmm... We’ll see at the end of the month... I’ve got 15 days of peace left.

Day 1 It’s the big departure. The two cats are at the kennel, the little one is ready, but the wife isn’t yet (I hate whoever invented makeup). The Punto is packed to the brim—one more handbag and it’ll explode. Here we go, off on the open road. We’ll stop in Carnac because with a kid, the drive is long, and my luck is that I’ll see my family before the big dive into the in-laws’ place. The one I’ll call Uncle Racist is on vacation in Carnac with his wife, Auntie PSG! So let’s make a stop there and take the chance to visit, even if my wife thinks the alignments are just "piles of stones." She’ll change her mind. In the meantime, I tease her by asking, when I see a sign, if Nantes is in Brittany. I nearly ended up in the eternal box from the sheer aggression. I’m not getting into that debate. Only my Burgundy interests me.

But we chat, we chat, and here’s Carnac. Uncle Racist welcomes us. It’s late, Mister M has already eaten and gone to bed. For us, it’s a good beef bourguignon (let’s be chauvinistic!) prepared by Auntie PSG. A football evening (my wife is delighted), and it’s time to hit the hay and dream of... Dijon. Really, what a beautiful region!



Just one photo for now, but the rest is coming for Day 2. Yeahhhh, I don’t take photos while driving, come on.

I’d like to hike the GR 34 this summer with my 17-year-old son. We’re planning to start at Mont Saint-Michel, aiming for around 20 km/day. We’ll be using a tent.

If anyone’s done this trail before, could you share some insights on how challenging it is, how easy it is to find campsites along the GR, and what the average daily distance is like?