A brief stop in Normandy

Lovely hotel in Caen. The nicest proprietor, wonderful room, although our American luggage was way too large for it. I was embarrassed that we appeared to be carrying everything but the kitchen sink with us.

The loveliest dinner in a tiny locals only cafe. The hostess had not a single word of English, but it all worked out, between our rusty high school French (as usual, I provide the vocabulary, Andrew provides the fearlessness) and hand gestures, we ended up with a delicious fish dinner.

Incredible tour of the Normandy beaches (had to watch Saving Private Ryan the night before, of course) with an amazingly knowledgeable guide.

I have never been so cold in all my life.

Mont St Michel in the dark, watched the sky lighten. walking up the narrow old streets to have a cup of coffee and a croissant perched on the edge of the cliff.

the woman in the white dress.


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