Ah, it's good to be operating in full strength again. After my grievous bout of nosebleed, and the upset tummy that lasted for a couple of days. Every time when I was on the verge of recovering, I would eat something... unhealthy, prolonging the pain, so during the weekend I decided to cut down my meals. It was pretty horrible.
Brignogan-Plages, or simply Brignogan, was where I had my scriptwriting workshops. After spending two days in Brest, a car picked me and a few others up at the train station and took us to Brignogan, a village 30 km away.
It didn't take too long.
![Reaching Brignogan](http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4075/4767208098_20d2a46c5c.jpg)
![Taking in the view of Brignogan](http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4135/4767208818_9bcdfc2c8d.jpg)
![Itamar, Elaine, Orsi, Aldrina and I at Brignogan](http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4100/4766570405_d7e1d8d28f.jpg)
From left to right: Itamar of Israel, Elaine of Ireland, Orsi of Hungary, Aldrina of Venezuela and me. Itamar, Elaine are screenwriters, while Orsi and Aldrina are script editors.
When I reached my hotel, a wedding celebration was going on. This is a view from my room.
![A wedding celebration](http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4140/4766582699_2432b1900f.jpg)
So yup, this is Brignogan. Somewhere nearby, there's a pub where many would hang out at night to watch the World Cup matches. Many Italians and of course, the French, had their hearts broken during this period of time.
![Brignogan beach](http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4137/4767222106_03838ae804.jpg)
![The tide is returning](http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4118/4767222590_f7e2c76f5d.jpg)
![Building at Brignogan](http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4102/4766584013_0f182250d6.jpg)
![Axel at the beach](http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4100/4766584277_900f802e4c.jpg)
I was never used to the fact that the sun sets at ten thirty pm.
![Brignogan evening](http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4134/4766584355_7b34be4f2f.jpg)
The next morning, around seven. View from my room again.
![Sunrise in Brignogan](http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4120/4766584429_5f1c7972c9.jpg)
Hanneke, the script editor of my group, was reading (our treatment/ documentation/ notes/ screenplay, presumably) before the sea.
![Hanneke before the sunrise](http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4134/4766584735_fed9006c22.jpg)
The first day of the workshop was fun. I had made some progress with my screenplay after making a massive overhaul since the first round of the workshops in Bratislava back in March.
Wasn't too long before it was sunset again.
![Magic hour in Brignogan](http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4117/4767223914_21b0de1afb.jpg)
![Sunset in Brignogan](http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4135/4767224164_a0054dcb0c.jpg)
![Flowers bathed in golden sunlight](http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4118/4766585621_57785ecd38.jpg)
![Evening flowers](http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4078/4767224824_bdc5318f55.jpg)
![Malick-style shot in Brignogan](http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4077/4766586239_cdeb349838.jpg)
Brignogan-Plages, or simply Brignogan, was where I had my scriptwriting workshops. After spending two days in Brest, a car picked me and a few others up at the train station and took us to Brignogan, a village 30 km away.
It didn't take too long.
![Reaching Brignogan](http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4075/4767208098_20d2a46c5c.jpg)
![Taking in the view of Brignogan](http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4135/4767208818_9bcdfc2c8d.jpg)
![Itamar, Elaine, Orsi, Aldrina and I at Brignogan](http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4100/4766570405_d7e1d8d28f.jpg)
From left to right: Itamar of Israel, Elaine of Ireland, Orsi of Hungary, Aldrina of Venezuela and me. Itamar, Elaine are screenwriters, while Orsi and Aldrina are script editors.
When I reached my hotel, a wedding celebration was going on. This is a view from my room.
![A wedding celebration](http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4140/4766582699_2432b1900f.jpg)
So yup, this is Brignogan. Somewhere nearby, there's a pub where many would hang out at night to watch the World Cup matches. Many Italians and of course, the French, had their hearts broken during this period of time.
![Brignogan beach](http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4137/4767222106_03838ae804.jpg)
![The tide is returning](http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4118/4767222590_f7e2c76f5d.jpg)
![Building at Brignogan](http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4102/4766584013_0f182250d6.jpg)
![Axel at the beach](http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4100/4766584277_900f802e4c.jpg)
I was never used to the fact that the sun sets at ten thirty pm.
![Brignogan evening](http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4134/4766584355_7b34be4f2f.jpg)
The next morning, around seven. View from my room again.
![Sunrise in Brignogan](http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4120/4766584429_5f1c7972c9.jpg)
Hanneke, the script editor of my group, was reading (our treatment/ documentation/ notes/ screenplay, presumably) before the sea.
![Hanneke before the sunrise](http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4134/4766584735_fed9006c22.jpg)
The first day of the workshop was fun. I had made some progress with my screenplay after making a massive overhaul since the first round of the workshops in Bratislava back in March.
Wasn't too long before it was sunset again.
![Magic hour in Brignogan](http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4117/4767223914_21b0de1afb.jpg)
![Sunset in Brignogan](http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4135/4767224164_a0054dcb0c.jpg)
![Flowers bathed in golden sunlight](http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4118/4766585621_57785ecd38.jpg)
![Evening flowers](http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4078/4767224824_bdc5318f55.jpg)
![Malick-style shot in Brignogan](http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4077/4766586239_cdeb349838.jpg)