We drove up to Utah Beach today. They had a great museum, but not much on the beach or any original fortifications to see. There was a good crowd there. I guess I’m getting my news from the wrong places because I had gotten the impression that nobody cared or was interested in seeing this history.

We stopped in town and bought a rotisserie chicken from a butcher and some cheese, chips, drinks and napkins from a grocery store. Got there just before they closed for lunch. We found a picnic table on the grounds of an old church and tore into the food. The church had served as a lookout for the nazis and a couple of them hid out there when the allies took over.

Our next stop was the beach at Dragey – Ronthon. We got there at low tide, which was really low. No water. Lots of beautiful hydrangeas of reds and pinks.

So we left to go to Mont Saint Michel. A beautiful place and the hi lite of the trip. We climbed almost to the top, you needed tickets to go the rest of the way and we hadn’t bought them. The French had repurposed it with high end shops. I bought a picture for my new house. We had a great dinner at one of the restaurants there. I ordered some cider, expecting to get a glass and end up with a large bottle, at the price of a glass. Paula got mussels for an appetizer and got a large plate.