other. Quaint! The narrow, winding roads and brick walls and house
surrounded by farmland are beautiful. Sobering! The cemetary at Omaha
beach, the magnitude of the undertaking, the selflessness of the
players is hard to fathom.
We spent the day touring the coast, starting with the area near
Arramonches, then down to the US cemetary, lunch on Omaha beach, then
to some German gun emplacements, to the cliffs our Rangers scaled and
finally to Utah beach. Along the way we stopped at St. Mere Inglase to
see the famous church the paratroopers got hung up on. That short list
took from 9 in the morning until 7:30 at night. Note to self: if we
return, a week could be spent combining French countryside with WWII
history. A ady and a half will hve to suffice thus time around. We
turned south for Mont St. Michelle. The threatening clouds of the
afternoon rained lightly on us as we drove south, and we arrived about
9PM just as the rain stopped. We debated camping on the wet ground
versus a "chamber" for the night and settled on a mobile home for
€46. After checking out the "house" we sped to Mont St Michelle for
the sunset with a loaf of bread, a brick of cheese and a bottle of the
region's apple cider. We were delighted with the place, especially
the lack of people. It was 9:30 at night and only a handfull of people
were around. We climbed the streets and steps, toured the ramparts and
settled in on a wall with a view to the north for our dinner of bread,
cheese and cider. We descend the walls in the dark and drove back to
our mobile home for the night about midnight.
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