mercredi 24 septembre 2008
Mont St Michel
The next day we drove to see Mont St Michel. It was gorgeous as we approached from the east; you can see it rising from the farm fields several miles away. As we got closer we were trapped in a seemingly endless line of traffic approaching the isle. It was low tide, and we parked with the rest of the crowds on the adjacent sea floor. It was mobbed-- like going to the NC state fair, without the fried dough. We worked our way through the sea of people to the church at the top. By this time I was almost having a conniption from the crowds; B kept his cool. I wanted to cut our losses and leave immediately, but B wisely suggested heading into a quiet café for lunch. We had crepes and relaxed for a few minutes before braving the masses to get back to the car.