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The legends of Locquirec...

Lexobie, Notre-Dame des Joies, Saint-Melar and the Marquis du Guerrand... do these names mean anything to you? If they don’t yet, they soon will: here are their stories...

Locquirec and the town of Lexobie

In the ancient land known as Trégor, there’s a legend that will set your imagination running wild…
In Locquirec were found some ancient coins that included the likeness of the Emperor Adrien, bearing the inscription ’Lexoviensis Civitas’: they came from the ancient and wonderful town of Lexobie. This town - excavated in Locquirec Bay between Le Yaudet and Saint Efflam - included 30 churches and was drowned by an exceptional tide.
baie de Locquirec, cité engloutie de Lexobie
It has been said that the site of grand rocher was the entrance: on the night of Saint Jean, at the first stroke of midnight, you can go down the steps at the back of a cave. But, woe betide anyone who is not quick enough to bring back their treasures, as the door closes on the last stroke of midnight, leaving any stragglers behind in the bowels of the earth .....
An old proverb tells us that when Lexobie resurfaces from the waters, it will then be Lanmeur’s turn to go under the waves.
It is also said that Lexobie rises once a year at Christmas, but there are few people who have ever seen it and even fewer who have ever dared to venture inside.

Guimaëc and the Notre Dame des Joies Chapel

Chapelle Notre-Dame-des-Joies à Guimaëc, Locquirec, Bretagne
The youngest son of Lord Trémedern was riding over his father’s lands when he saw an armed horse-rider in the distance. As both refused to give way to the other, they began to fight. The young son then realised that the stranger was in face his brother, returned from the Crusades. In memory of their reunion, they decided to build a chapel on the spot where they were reunited.

Lanmeur and Saint Melar Crypt

A young prince of French Cornouaille, Melar, was just 7 years old when he inherited a large estate. Rivod, his uncle, was custodian but being power-hungry, he wanted more. He planned to murder his nephew then came up with an even more dastardly plan: if he cut off one of Melar’s hands and one of his feet, the boy would no longer be able to reign. This is what he did.
Following the cruel mutilation, Melar was fitted with a silver hand and a bronze foot. A strange and marvellous thing happened: his false limbs grew along with him. No longer hampered by an physical disability, Melar resumed his reign but his uncle was still not content; he convinced Melar’s tutor to kill the boy in exchange for lands. The tutor’s wife, learning of hte horrible plot, took Melar beyond the Arrée Mountains to the Château de Beuzit, near the modern-day Lanmeur. Kerialtan searched high and low for Melar and finally managed by stealth to find him and to cut off his head. No sooner had this been done, the body was carried off on a carriage but, when the horses took fright, they jolted the carriage and the head fell off, rolling to the ground. At this very spot, a crypt was built in which his remains were placed.

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crypte romane à Lanmeur, Bretagne

Plouégat-Guerrand and the marquis du Guerrand

Imagine a sort of imperious Don Juan, debauched and bloodthirsty, making love with a sword in his hand and menace in mind. He was such a wild man that all feared crossing his path.
Chateau du Guerrand, Plouégat-Guerrand, Locquirec, Bretagne
He lived in the Château du Guerrand. Above all else, he liked to roam the lands, fighting and subjugating people through violence… Whenever he rode out, his mother would ring the chateau bell in warning. At this sound, any pretty maidens would abandon their work in the fields and shut themselves in their houses, shopkeepers would hide their wares, and anyone travelling hastened home... there was universal fright and fear. One day, out of sheer jealousy, he killed a man and fled the town, returning 20 years later.
Miraculously, the hardships of life had transformed the Marquis and made him wiser. His château became a hospital, where those in need were assured of a warm welcome. When the Marquis finally died, it was the death of a reformed person - his will included a lengthy speech begging all his former victims to forgive the sins of his youth.