It’s an island you see from afar, the largest in Brittany. It’s a piece of land that never ceases to amaze you. You never truly know Belle-Ile, you discover it every year. A beach, a cove, a valley, a place to fish, a sunset that fades at the last moment, making you wait for the next one, imagining it. You must see the waves charging toward Donnant on a stormy day, hear the wind by the Vazen hole, walk down to Baluden on a starry night, stroll along the coastal paths, taste the honey from the black bees... You must stop and wait, because here, as anywhere else, it takes time to begin living well...