The time has come. You feel the pressure growing up? Me yes, and no. The opening is not my favorite period. However, the idea to be back on the bank of my rivers motivates me so much. I tie flies every night after work. New stuff, classic, useless stuff … Many things that are useless. And I dream of my rivers in Brittany: Scorff, Ellée, Sarre… And then my old buddy Hugo sent me a picture. A picture so familiar that I instanttly thought I was eating a full egg mirror with a pint of beer on the terrace of the famous little restaurant where I have my habits. Pont Aven is one of those little pearl you can find in Britanny. Where the river becomes one with the town. Where if you lean over the edge of this famous bridge you will see a trout of good family to feed on whatever passes greedily.

Feel free to take a turn on Hugo’s blog. Beautiful photos await for you!

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