The tide is high....

 

    Today was Mont Saint Michel day. Our host for the B&B, Xavier said to go early and boy was he right. 

Our historic B&B in St Malo

Compact Bathroom/Sink

   

     Both Bridget and I had wanted to see it for years and the excitement as we parked and could see it in the distance, then again as the bus dropped us off a few minutes walk to the gate. You no longer have to cross the tidal sand bridge. The tides in this area of Normandy are huge. Sometimes 20 feet or higher. You can see maybe a half mile out of sand from high tide. 

 

    Even though we arrived about an hour after opening, it was packed narrow cobblestone streets with everything you would expect in a tourist destination; pizza, candy, ice cream which took from the experience, but you could help but be amazed at the history and the structure. 

Historic Markings in the Stone

    We stopped for lunch down the beach and there were these sand racers taking advantage of the huge low tide to race up and down the beach. They were giving a class of using them and I wanted to join, but seemed like they were already underway, so I took a pass. For sure, in the future....

    We transitioned this afternoon to Jersey by Ferry from Saint Malo. Jersey is the British isle off the coast for France along with Gurnsey the other channel island. Bridget worked here for a few years in the hospital and we started dating while she was working here as well, making calls to each other after work. It's a bit of walk down memory lane for her and my first time here. 

Later Kids;

DB