With one week left in my stay in Brittany before moving to Paris, I hopped the town bus to Plougastel-Daoulas, the strawberry capital of Brittany, and France for that matter. We passed Ma Petite Folie (the lobster boat), La Plage du Moulin-Blanc (the beach of the white windmill - though no windmill to be found), and crossed the Pont d'Iroise (Iroise Bridge) to the Presqu'ile Plougastel (the Plougastel peninsula) which is known to be one of the most scenic in France with spectacular views.
This tiny peninsula is dotted with churches and... strawberry fields. I visited the Musee des Fraises (strawberry museum) and purchased a 4 euro (a little more than $5) box of strawberries, strawberry confiture, strawberry postcards and a strawberry t-shirt. I know, huge tourist. Everywhere you looked, strawberries abound. So when life hands you copious amounts of strawberries....make strawberry martinis, of course! Click here to shake, not stir, your way to this sweet strawberry spirit.