Doors opening and closing

Got a list of markets off the internet, decided to try Landerneau, with perhaps a follow up the next morning, arose early, had my cereal and off I went hoping to jump start my tottering entrepreneurial career, I arrived in the town, the streets leading to the market were blocked off, so I drove around looking for an access, found one, set up one small table with three cases of photos, to which the 'placeur' (person responsable for the markets) turned up, told me he'd spied me driving around and asked me to leave, he told me I should have found him first to ask permission, I didn't argue, one door closes another opens. I drove away a bit dispirited towards Plouedern, took 3 photos of the church, then I thought of visiting the Basilica in Ar Folgoad/Le Folgoët, which is quite famous, so I drove on feeling slightly better. I took a few more photos on the way and on getting there took a few more; I tried to open the front door but it was locked, then drove off, before turning around and trying a side door which was open; I entered, took photos of the stained glass windows depicting Celtic Saints that have replaced the older supposedly more artistic windows lost in a fire; I made an effort to relax and enter into the feel of the place, hoping to sense the spirituality; I took more photos and found a little corner, took out a book I just happened to have in my pocket written by an English puppeteer walking around the hills of ration book Cymru/Wales just after the war in 1947; It didn't work, I didn't finish a chapter, much to my disappointment instead of discovering a spirituality I found it instead uncomfortable & cold; Dewi and his followers were ascetics who found their spirituality in austerity to whom comfort was not a priority,  but I found this huge edifice slightly overbearing and stifling, I was glad to get out into the fresh air, even though it was wet, cold and the wind was blowing, it was natural, much more in tune with my book. I'd almost forgotten about the morning's events and carried on driving around the region of the 'Abers', stopping every now and then to take my photos, which you now have in front of you until the battery ran out. I bought a ham sandwich and filled up with petrol in Cleder, had a walk on the beach near Santec as the sun was going down, then drove home past Saint Pol and Morlaix with my headlights on.