The old French town of Morlaix is one of the most picturesque places we have ever visited. Nestled between the foothills of the Monts d’Arrée national park and the towns beautiful estuary, Morlaix is a charming mix of ancient buildings and cobbled lane ways, just waiting to be explored. The whole town sits under the watchful eye of a large viaduct, framing its spires and roof tops and further adding to its photographic appeal.
We explored the maze of cobbled lane ways and stumbled across tiny French patisseries and creperies hiding out of sight. We found ourselves wandering for hours, pressing our faces up against the windows of bakeries and marvelling at the old world charm. Poking our heads into cute little shops selling Breton biscuits and traditional French dress. When we stumbled across a bicycle outside a shop, we half expected its owner to arrive wearing a Breton top, carrying a baguette, with a string of onions around his neck. Sadly he did not, but even without the stereotypical native, Morlaix is the quintessential French town.
Locals greet each other with the obligatory double cheek kiss as they meet in the street. They sip coffee and smoke cigarettes, lost in conversation outside the many cafes in the town. Overhanging the cobbled streets are large half-timbered houses build by linen merchants in the sixteenth century. These jut out above the streets below, framing the winding lanes. At dusk, the lane ways of Morlaix are illuminated by the gentle glow of lamp light. Slate tiles and church steeples dot the sky line against the backdrop of the mighty viaduct.
Exploring the old French town of Morlaix is a great experience that cannot fail to warm even the coldest heart. We were won over completely by the sheer loveliness of the place and left the little French town feeling all aglow.