Etoile (Star, in French) slips into port, beneath the battlements of the castle.
Which, in one form or other, has guarded the mouth of the river Penfeld for nigh on two thousand years.
She disappears momentarily from view, behind the Tours Paradis and an unrestored section of curtain wall.
Before swinging in the confines of the river.
Off the Tour Tanguy.
And laying alongside a small flotilla, of others of her kind, in the naval dockyard.
Under the gaze of the ornate mediaeval Tour Azenor. A small fragment of Brest's long history which, along with the keep, miraculously escaped the razing, of much of the city, during World War two.
Around the centre some original buildings do remain.
But, for the most part, the city streets are post war.
With broad, tree lined boulevards. And a clean contemporary architectural aesthetic.
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Exemplified by the main shopping street. Which is harmoniously shared by pedestrians and a silently efficient fleet of futuristic electric trams.
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