From white to black
Before the war, in this small corner of Brest with its microscopic beach and tiny harbour, there were a few houses all white. Legend has it that there was above all a café, a more or less suspicious bar, which, painted all in white, served as a bitter place for fishermen (everyone knows of course that, in Brittany, a bitter place is very easy to distinguish, on the coast, and which can serve as a reference point for boats).
But the war is coming. And it so happens that, above this district, there is a Navy fuel depot and, to prevent it from falling into the hands of enemy troops, British soldiers and Brest sailors decided to set it on fire. And it spreads to homes. The area is completely charred.
From black to colors
Around 1947, the first huts reappeared. Above all, they serve as a "bag all" for fishermen, who store their nets, their traps, and all the useless junk that is obviously essential.
Until the 1960s, they developed in a somewhat anarchic way, in recycled wood and sheet metal roofs, along spontaneously created "streets". And then, following the initiative of a stranger who loves cheerfulness, they start to cover themselves with bright colours. Today, there are about sixty of them, joyful and multicoloured, who form an island of peace, exchange and deep conviviality.
Going to spend a moment in this unusual neighborhood, met a rich and simple life. But don't get it into your head to buy one of these little huts... they don't sell! They are just transmitted.
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