If I ever happen to visit France, I will go to the North-West, in the land where coastline with steep cliffs, as if carved out of multi-colored granite – pink, gray, red, blue, green. Where the sea was so blue and the forests and pastures of emerald green. Where rivers and lakes filled with pure water. Where white houses with grey roofs side by side with medieval castles, fortresses, cathedrals and abbeys. Where in small towns, narrow cobbled streets, half-timbered houses are who whisper quietly the old stories about knights and Royal intrigue. Mainland of Brittany - sheer lace of the middle ages. I want to wander through the courtyards of the Breton cities, to admire the colorful painted doors and relax after long walks at the window, Laden with geraniums. White and black, traditional colours of Brittany, the colors of its flag "Gwenn ha du" — were symbols of Brittany is still with the Crusades. And the proud motto: "Potius mori quam feodari" - "Better death than shame" - best describes the nature of the Bretons. So one day in France, when Paris was still called Lutetia...