Happy Moose: Week 37/2016

“Yeah, let’s do it.”

So we went.

Unfortunately, our satnav sent us through Paris and we wasted two hours trying to leave it behind. Not good.


Our hotel room lady was prepared to wait till half past ten, if we were ready to pay more. We were.

We reached Bayeux at 22.31 and got the room. It was perfect.


The next morning, we finally went to see the thing I had been yearning for, my husband having already seen it years ago:

The famous Bayeux Tapestry, showing how William, Duke of Normandy, won the Battle of Hastings and became William the Conqueror, King of England, in 1066, no less.


I really loved the museum, full of British visitors, with a museum shop we managed to leave with difficulty and possibly a full bag …

The Bayeux Cathedral is a wonderful place to be:


This being the Calvados department, we bought a bottle of cider brandy and some useful stuff to eat, like veggies and salt caramel candies, before visiting a few D-Day landing sites and reaching our next lodging in the evening.

It was an old farm providing very beautiful accomodation:


And the typical French breakfast I may never get used to, apart from the fact it seems to entail a large dosis of coffee.

The next day was spent here:


Yes, I wrote NAZGUL!!! in the sand at the foot of Le Mont-Saint-Michel. A place I adore and plan to re-visit, despite its containing a huge hamster wheel which used to keep prisoners fit:


Anyway, at that point, I had seen so many beautiful things I wished my job was to be a tourist and visit lovely places, day in, day out.

Don’t know when was the last time I wanted to see a place because it had figured in one of my favourite books, but the next day we left Normandy and visited Brittany:


All the Light We Cannot See … in Saint-Malo.

In Saint-Malo I ate my very first Breton galette


… made photos till the card was full and talked happily about The Book to my husband while walking on the wall surrounding the historic city.

And then it was time to return to Normandy and stay at another former farmhouse – maybe it was because we were near Le Havre, but I wasn’t really surprised someone was reading Outlander in the garden.



Luckily, my coffee cup was the largest. I also felt I had to eat up the croissant so as not to insult anyone …

The evening brought this:


Yeah. It was really … dreamy.

Even more so the next day:


Believe me, it was hard as hell, having to leave Étretat after a long walk, followed by a bath in the English Channel … but our time was up.


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