Climb the hills of Morlaix and wander in the shadow of the ancient looking (but relatively new) aquaduct that define this tiny and beautiful village in Brittany. You'll deserve a hearty slug of local cider to wash down your lunch of galettes.
We are technically staying in Poullaouen which is notable mainly for being difficult to spell. There isn't much here, but let's say it's greatest attribute is it's proximity to the best of Brittany. Like Huelgoat. An afternoon in Huelgoat certainly isn't enough. You'll want to visit the market, hike the mossy boulders with your lunch. Just like we did!