Secrets of Crozon's Wild Coast
Last summer, I set out to hike the legendary GR34 trail along France’s Crozon Peninsula, lured by promises of rugged cliffs and turquoise waters. The brochures promised serenity, but reality hit hard. The path was packed with tourists, selfie sticks everywhere, and overpriced food stalls selling stale baguettes.
But then, as the sun began to set, the crowds vanished. I stumbled upon a hidden cove, its waters glowing orange and pink. An old fisherman, grumbling about the 'Instagram invaders,' shared his catch with me and told stories of how this coast used to be a secret among locals. He complained that the new hiking boom is ruining the fragile cliffs, with careless visitors trampling wildflowers and leaving trash behind.
The beauty of Crozon is undeniable—towering cliffs, the scent of salt and pine, the crash of waves. But the tension between preserving nature and the flood of tourists is real. As I left, I wondered: is it possible to truly experience a place without being part of its problems?
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