Salut mes amis!  We are here, we made it, to the land of very sparse internet, Pont-Aven.  Posts may be coming sporadically because of the lack of internet, but I promise many many pictures.  Pont-Aven is beautiful.  It is completely obvious why artists are drawn to this beautiful little river town.  The name of the town describes it almost perfectly.  "Pont" is French for bridge, and "Aven" is Breton for "fast moving river over many rocks."  This sweet little granite building town is centered around a bridge that crosses the Aven river.  This bridge is the only bridge that crosses this river for many kilometers in either direction.  Most of the buildings are built with beautiful rosey colored granite that comes from around here.  They have small windows and slate roofs and often window shutters painted the traditional "Breton blue."
We have spent two nights with our host families as of now.  They are all incredibly sweet and kind and very very generous.  Mine and Izzy's host parents are named Annick and Roland.  Each morning they have a breakfast table all set up for us with all different types of bread and pastries and des cereales and lots of coffee and tea and jus d'orange.  Everyone on the trip has their own room which is rare for host staying and super luxurious.
Yesterday we met at noon at Café du Centre, the famous cafe in the middle of town, and we ate lunch there, delicious long buttery sandwiches filled with all sorts of different things, and the we met up with Sue's friend Caroline Boyle-Turner.  She gave us a walking tour of the town, showing us where everything was and giving us some history and some stories of the town.  She was a wonderful resource and we will be taking some art history classes with her since she is an expert on Gaugin.  
Last night we went to a traditional sort of Breton festival in a school gymnasium where everyone comes and gathers and eats a big meal and there were six girls who were contesting to be the "queen" and they got all dressed up in traditional Breton garb, "des costumes," and they stood up on stage and introduced themselves, similar to a beauty pageant, and then we voted for our favorites, which seemed strange because we didn't really know them.  After the dinner and the voting there was a dance which we didn't stay for because it was already very late and we were tired.
Today is Easter, Izzy and I woke up and tried to find our way to mass this morning but alas is was much more difficult than we thought it would be and we couldn't find it in time so we are sitting in the tourism office, a place with steady internet, and writing postcards and letters and blog posts, doing some catching up.  At noon today we are meeting at Henry and Olivia's host family's house for a big Easter lunch with all of us travelers, they are so kind to host us.
Photos will come soon!
Au Revoir!  A Bientot!