St. Jean-du-Doigt is four miles from all this. It is a very pretty and
fertile village watered by the Dounant, which passes through it on its
way to the Bay of St. Jean, where it loses itself in the sea.
The village lies between two high and barren hills, which shelter it
from the cold winds, and make the valley laughing and fertile. Here you
find well-grown elm trees, and hedges full of the whitethorn,
honeysuckle and wild vines; hedges surrounding rich and productive
orchards, amongst which, here and there, you will see rising the
thatched roof of the small cottages inhabited by the Breton peasantry.
As at Roscoff, so the moment we reached St. Jean-du-Doigt, we felt its
fascination. Its situation between the hills is extremely picturesque.
Approaching, its rich gateway, leading to the churchyard, stands before
you with fine effect; and beyond it rises the church.
The gateway is Flamboyant gothic, of great beauty and refinement. The
church is fifteenth century gothic. Its wooden roof is beautifully
carved and painted. The interior has no transept, but is composed of
three naves under one roof.
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