PATRICK MAHÉ
DOMANI LOKUGENOLE
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Un domani meurdezus hag arouezus eus Kreisteiz Breizh hag a goude tri bloaz reneveziñ ha labourioù bras adkemer a ra buhez e stumm ur skrin a lorc’h hag a natur. Un ostel dudius en ul lec’h hep e bar, ur bromesa a lipouzerezh, sederidigezh, aezamant ha diskuizh. Da ugent munut diouzh an Oriant 495 km diouzh Pariz e-kreiz ur c’hoad meur a gant vloaz staliet eo an domani war ribloù ar Blavezh evel un naer-vor mont a-dreuz an douaroù ha liammañ ar c’hoad ouzh ar Meurvor.
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En enor da gêriadenn Porzh-Loeiz, tost-tost dezhi, a wareze teñzorioù niverus Kompagnunezh ar Gevredigezhioù.
Indez en enor ivez d’an Oriant a voe ar porzh-mor etre bed ar Meurvor Atlantel ha hini Meurvor Indez an tisavour Christophe Bachmann karantezus ouzh ar gouloù danvezioù naturel ha traezoù Kement ha diskouez ez eus bet diskouezet ur c’hinkladur awenus diwar-benn distro an Indez. A-ispilh en hall gant ar maketennoù prizioù kozh e veze degemeret ar weladennerien evel ma veze degemeret ar feizidi en ilizoù eus Breizh m’en em lakae ar vartoloded dindan gwar Roet eo an ton ar c’hastell hag an dibunadeg saloñsoù en-dro d’an davarn a c’hallfe bezañ lec’h emgavioù ar verdeerien a zegas eus o beajoù an tri sal-mañ avelioù kempoell ha lipous koulskoude poltredoù a-leizh eskern pesk-scie engravadurioù loened dastumad karafennoù dornellad kaned koad engravet pe kizellet listri-Sina rummad romantoù dibabet pesk-harison empailhet kregin... Pep traezenn a bed an hunvreoù. Pezhioù da vevañ gwelet eus ar Blavezh ha pezhioù arrebeuri a bep seurt melezourioù kadorioù ha kadorioù en o fezh dilhad diginkl a ro dudi d’ar rakkambr-mañ.
DOMAINE DE LOCGUÉNOLÉ
This is the story of a rebirth, that of a prestigious and emblematic estate in southern Brittany which, after three years of renovation and colossal work, is being revived as a haven of luxury and nature. A charming hotel in an exceptional location, a promise of indulgence, serenity, comfort, and relaxation. Twenty minutes from Lorient, 495 km from Paris, in the heart of a centuries-old forest, the estate is nestled on the banks of the Blavet River, which, like a sea serpent, winds through the land and connects the forest to the ocean. With the tides that give the river its breath, and the seasons that color the trees, the landscape is breathtaking and the silence of nature is captivating.
A return from the Indies atmosphere...
In homage to the nearby citadel of Port-Louis, which protected the numerous treasures of the East India Company, and also to Lorient, which was the pivotal port between the Atlantic and Indian Ocean worlds, architect Christophe Bachmann, a lover of light, natural materials, and objects, has unearthed and
crafted an inspiring decor inspired by the theme of the return from the Indies.
Suspended in the lobby, models of old sailing ships welcome visitors as they once did worshippers in the churches of Brittany, where sailors placed themselves under divine protection. The tone is set: the château and its series of lounges surrounding the bar could be a meeting place for sailors bringing back their adventures and trinkets from their distant voyages. Like a cabinet of curiosities, these three lounges, each offering a delightfully cozy ambiance, are filled with portraits, sawfish bones, animal engravings, a collection of decanters, engraved or carved wooden walking stick handles, Chinese vases, a series of selected novels, stuffed hedgehog fish, and seashells. Each object invites you to dream.
Living rooms with views of the Blavet River, adorned with a variety of furniture, mirrors, armchairs, and chairs, all in mismatched outfits, lending this antechamber an incomparable charm.
About the Author
Patrick Mahé O’Chinal, born on May 13, 1947 in Vannes, is a French journalist, writer, and city councilor of Vannes. He served as the literary agent for Brigitte Bardot in 1995–1996 during the publication of her memoir Initiales BB by Grasset. He was later appointed Editor-in-Chief of Télé 7 Jours, a position he held until 2006, when he left the Hachette Filipacchi Médias group, where he had also been a member of the editorial and strategic committee.
He is the founder and editor of the tourism monthly Bon Voyage, and also served as Editor-inChief of the film magazine Première. In June 2008, he joined Éditions du Rocher and became its CEO in December 2009. Since 2011, he has been a collection director at Éditions Le Cherche Midi. In October 2021, he was appointed CEO of Paris Match.
Brittany is a land of lighthouses — tall, proud, defiant towers standing at the edge of the world. With over 50 scattered along its jagged coast, these guardians of the sea are more than just functional; they are part of the region’s soul.
Names like Phare de la Jument, Ar-Men, Kéréon, and Saint-Mathieu echo like legends. Some stand isolated on rocks, battered by relentless waves, visible only by helicopter. Others crown dramatic cliffs, watching over the horizon like sentinels from another era.
They have survived tempests, wars, and time itself. To Bretons, they are sacred — symbols of endurance, courage, and the eternal battle between man and sea.
At night, when their beams slice through the Atlantic fog, it’s not just light you see — it’s memory, heritage, and a whispered promise that even in the storm, someone is watching over you.
Step inside a Breton hotel by the sea and you’ll find calm. Not the silence of emptiness — the silence of peace. White linen, panoramic windows, local stone underfoot, and a view that steals your breath without even trying. Some are perched above secret coves, where you can watch the tide rise from your bathtub. Others are hidden in walled gardens, with wisteria-covered pergolas and private spa cabins that smell of pine and lavender. There are 5-star gems in Saint-Malo, where former corsair mansions have been transformed into sanctuaries of rest. And there are designer eco-lodges in Finistère, where minimalist wood architecture meets untamed nature. Some offer rooftop hot tubs overlooking the ocean. Others have hammams carved from granite, fireplaces that crackle while the rain taps on antique glass. But the real charm? It’s the way luxury here always has a soul. You won’t find sterile opulence or impersonal glamour. Instead, you’ll sleep under timber beams that have weathered centuries. You’ll wake to homemade far breton and fresh cider served with a shy smile. You’ll read by candlelight in a 17th-century salon. Everything whispers: we’ve been waiting for you.