Mont Saint-Michel

Mont Saint Michel
Mont Saint Michel
Mont Saint Michel
Mont Saint Michel
Mont Saint Michel
Mont Saint Michel
Mont Saint Michel
Mont Saint Michel
Mont Saint Michel
Mont Saint Michel

This past weekend, France had another holiday. I mean, it’s kind of a joke that the French love their holidays but let me break down my past several months for you. I arrived in January, and in February I had two weeks of holiday, in March we had a long weekend for Easter, and then in April I had another two full weeks. During the first week back from that, we had another day off for labor day on May 1st. Then, last week we had half of the week off for L’ascension. There’s still another jour ferié on the 20th of May. So obviously, I haven’t been blogging cause I’ve been too busy being on holiday. My life is so hard. But I’m going to play catch up, because my hard drive is full of photos of beautiful places. First off, Mont Saint-Michel: the place I’ve wanted to visit since I first learned about it in my 8th grade French class and the destination of the most recent holiday.

Mont Saint-Michel is place that feels like it’s a site straight out of Tolkien’s imagination. It’s a monastery in Normandy, France built on a tidal island. The magic of the place is the tide, because when it’s low you’re surrounded by miles (kilometers?) of nothing but sand, but during high tide it almost feels like you’re on an island. We arrived during low tide, and me and the boys were pretty eager to march barefoot out to the boats we saw docked far off in the sand. It was almost exactly like walking in the ocean, but without the ocean. Obviously, when we got there I had to take a photo like I was master of the ship until the actual master came up from the cabin. She was really sweet about how I was taking weird photos by her boat, and seemed really surprised that an American would be at this world famous tourist site.

Despite the serenity of most of the photos, I think the one with a million people is a more accurate representation of the experience. All day I was trying to take photos without blurry heads in the foreground. As I was snapping the very last shot, one man put out his arms to block a herd of people from ruining my shot. After touring the abbey, we were able to watch the tide come in. We snuck off for something warm to drink, and by the time we were done the Mont was surrounded by water. We left late that night, and headed to Rennes for the next part of our journey.

[to be continued…]