Locronan - A Town with Pagan Roots

Saturday – We packed, we ate, we left, and after that the day fell apart. The morning was very cold but thankfully not busy on the way to “Douarnenez”, the sardine capital of France, with roots back to the Gallo-Roman times. Parking was easy as was finding the Tourist Information, but beyond that the place is forgettable, a rundown disappointment and it was miserably cold. After lunch and a decent walk, we arrived at our Airbnb accommodation in “Locronan” at the appointed time of 16:00. The gates were still locked so Sylvie rang the bell a couple of times, then squeezed in through the hedge to the house, walked around it and rang the bell. No response. Back in the car we made three phone calls and send an SMS. No response. After a while a lady came to the gate who stated that she was Veronique but knew nothing about Airbnb. It turns out that she bought the house in 2022 from another Veronique who sold the house following a divorce. The current Veronique was concerned that her name was being used and her house and address was on Airbnb. Thankfully Sylvie was able to talk to her in French. After a long and friendly discussion, we agreed to report this to the local gendarmerie. Where has our money gone? Who is the other Veronique? It’s fraud but by who? We drove to Locronan a closed village, parked the car outside the village, and asked in the hotel “Le Prieuré” if they could help us. We were able to get a lovely small suite on the top floor, but of course no lift, and the lovely couple at the front desk contacted the gendarmerie for us. Following our evening stroll through this very beautiful old town we enjoyed top class meal in the restaurant and listened to the crackling open fire. Outside the temperatures were coming down again. This evening, we had ongoing correspondence with Airbnb.Læs mere