I loved this shot of the Frenchman walking with his dog along the harbor. He had an armful of baguettes tucked under his arm and I imagined he was headed for his boat with his dog and off for a weekend sail...On Saturday we loaded in the car and traveled 2 more hours to the Mont-Saint-Michel. The Mont-Saint-Michel is on the far western side of Normandy and it is a tidal island dominated by a large abbey located about 1 km from the mainland and connected by a famed causeway. The tides overtake the causeway at certain times rendering it a total island. The tides come and go very quickly and there is a difference of 49 feet from high to low water marks. The tides are unusually strong - running across a flat expanse of sand at 6 miles per hour. Just think about that! The place is truly breathtaking. We saw the tides at work as soon as we got there - these large trucks were pushing back the oncoming sea and silt to keep the parking lots clear. Yikes.
After lunch we stopped by the German cemetery en route to the famed D-Day Normandy Beaches. I found this full of irony. The fact there would be such a welcoming memorial for the German invading soldiers. Talk about praying for your enemy!
We traveled through Bayeux and to the Omaha Beach invasion sight and the American Cemetery. Think the opening scene of "Saving Private Ryan" for a historical context. The bright white crosses lined so perfectly was both eerie and inspiring. You can walk right on the grass up to the graves. As Connor danced around I couldn't help but think of all these men gave so that we and so much of the world could be free.
August at the American Cemetery
There were just so many crosses. The sheer number can't help but render you speechless.
On Sunday we traveled to the Pays D'Auge section of Normandy. Known for its apple brandy and ciders we visited a chateau distillery and tasted and played in the large yard. Connor promptly rolled in the mud and got filthy. Good thing we had some extra clothes!
Poor Connor was sad and out of sorts from having to leave the carousel and we noted she had soaked her diaper and tights. Just too much excitement, I guess. We changed her right there in the courtyard and rode her home tight-less. Sometimes parenthood calls for flexibility.
It was a wonderful trip. We saw so much and had a great time enjoying not just the Normandy sites, but August's friendship.
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