I am a little sentimental when thinking about my visit to Ile d’Ouessant of two years ago, very alone and very pleased during one marvelous unforgettable week. I am saddened by the thought that I may never see it again as a result of our changing world. I can’t help but feel a strong connection with this island, a feeling of belonging there. I truly hope one day I may travel there again, and die there. “Qui voit Ouessant voit son sang”.
