The First Breton Again

The time had passed and I'd already forgotten about the French Institute and Brittany. However, my interests in music deepened by then so that when my friends told me about a band playing some nice traditional music, I was immediately for going to a concert.
So there we went. We arrived into a small pleasant place. Well, a pub. There we watched the concert and I was asking myself: "I surely know this man. But how?" I somehow remembered his clarinet, bombarde (and ancient Breton instrument), his whistles and intrestingly - his voice. It was a large mystery for me but then suddenly some old memories have passed through my head. I looked in his eyes and I could see the Breton talking about his home almost two years ago again. It reminded me about the isle in front of his house, the song of Merlin and a lot more. I've met the First Breton of Prague again, and yet not for the last time ;)