Mercy! Mercy! That Dang Nabed PERCY!

Mont St. Michel

This was the part of the trip that Linda and Judy had been looking forward to. I don’t suppose there are many with an interest in foreign places that have not seen Mont St Michel. It towers up out of the sands and while there is a road now, above the tidal level, in times of old when the tide came in, it was surrounded by water. This was an important defensive consideration when the splendid monastery was built.

Linda ran out of gas on the first level and waited for us below. It was certainly worth seeing..., an impressive edifice of period design. Like other walled towns, it had shops and gardens in addition to what you might expect in gothic architecture.

Linda had wanted a bowl of French Onion Soup ever since we arrived in France and since it is a seasonal dish, we hadn’t been able to find any. (It ‘s most popular in the winter.) However, we found some in a restaurant where we had lunch. It was good.... (tasted like watered down onions )

One of the things you get to do in France is walk a lot. Here we not only walked but climbed and by the time we finished a couple of hours of looking around, we were tired from the exertions.

On the top was another American who had returned to France for exactly the same Reason Norman and I had. His father had been assigned to an airbase outside of Paris and he was back to see where he’d lived.

There were an abundance of tourists from Asia and the tour buses rolled in and out. It was good to have a van and be able to set our own pace. At the parking lot we met another American couple that had just come from the beaches at Normandy. That would be our next stop on the great adventure to revisit our youth.