The Legends Coast is also called the Abers Land. These  funnel shaped Bretons fjords open out to sea, hack deeply into the coast and are a remarkable sight while the ebb and the flow rumble along them.

There are three of them in the North coast of the Finistère. L’Aber-Ildut, the smallest of the three, mark the divide between the Atlantic Ocean and the English Channel (La Manche). L’Aber-Benoît, eight kilometres long, goes through eight parishes and throws itself in the Channel, south of the Aber-Wrac’h. The ria, -another name for the Aber- reveals a lovely seaside landscape along the long GR 34 footpath. At the mouth of the Aber-Benoît, the sea reads the sky to its liking and paints itself in shades of turquoise or aquamarine.

The Aber-Benoît and the Aber-Wrac’h are divided by the pretty Sainte-Marguerite peninsula whose dunes are bordered with white strands. At Lannilis, between these two abers, the Devil’s Bridge (le Pont du Diable) is made of granit blocks and dates back from the Iron Ages. In the Aber-Wrac’s mouth , the lighthouse of the Vierge Island is the highest in Europe with its 82,5 meters high. Its visual range is of 52 kilometres and it is one of the rare lighthouse in Bretagne you can visit.

 On top of the port of Landéda, a restaured semaphore offers a superb view over the bay and the Stagadon island. This peculiar coast will surprise you in many ways : after having admired the pretty Baie des Anges, strewn with tiny islands, let yourselves be carried inland. Both rural and maritime the Abers Land has an attractive back-country where the visitor will be able discover lost chapels, crosses pointing towards the heaven and water mills, some still functioning today.

 In the old school museum  of the seaweed capital, Plougerneau there is an exhibition dealing with seaweeds and their uses . When leaving the Abers land, you might be tempted to stop at the sea resort of Brignogan-Plages. It doesn’t matter if the weather is sunny or stormy, the landscape is always breathtaking with its hilly grounds and the many granite formations. The lovely Saint-Paul chapel grew up there, in the middle of a field of giant pebbles that might have been sown by some Celtic giant.