Our drive: so glad Brett was driving. Felt like 4th of July and we may or may not die. Brett might have been a little angrier at the fellow drivers than I remember my dad being, but we safely exited the terribleness that was the round about and off we went. The views and the castles and the really long tunnels were all an expierence. So glad Brett can drive a stick so we could do these last two days.
Honfleur: adorable fishing village. It was rainy when we got there but the sky cleared up for us to walk around and started to rain again on the way back to the car. The restaurant owners kissed all the local patrons and the shops were full of charm. Tourists know about this place for sure, but I still loved it. Makes any person seem like a professional photographer. Brett had pizza with a runny egg on it. How European of him.
Mont St Michel: Huge!! And... The craziest part is that it was built as it stands today in the 11th century, with the exception of the tippy top of the Abby. The site its self has been used since Roman times. We did the Rick Steve's tour, which we found to be the best of his tours, and wondered around this engineering marvel. I have a love for old, artistic, or an anyway unique doors as well as fireplaces and this place had no shortage. We learned that stone masons were paid by stone laid and therefore were numbered by each crew member. Some of these numbers are exposed due to a fire in the church.
Our bed and breakfast: an English couple who lives in this farm house year round. The house was built in the 1700s. If they asked us to move in, we would. We were laughing about wanting an "old" house (1950s) and then the charm and character of this place just blows you away. Small doesn't begin to describe the town. Makes Bland look big. Will be a change from the hustle of Paris for sure.
Onto Omaha beach and the American cemetery tomorrow.
Night night
Side note: I love the fluffy cows. Would be a great place to play that car game Brett made up.
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