While climbing up to the top, one is able to spend outrageous sums of money on souvenirs and food. I had a strawberry crepe. It was good, but paled in comparison to my mom's Swedish pancakes!
Kathleen and Isabella climbed to the very top while the old fogies waited at the base of the castle.
I forgot to mention the delicious pizza lunch we had in a small village near Mont St. Michel. Don ordered the special which came with an added topping--a raw egg!
We headed back to Courseulles but made a short detour about five minutes from the village in order to go to Beny-sur-mer, the site of the Canadian Cemetery. It was on a beautiful spot amid farmers' fields. Over 2000 Canadian casualties from D-Day and the following months are buried here.
In the evening we invited the other two tour guides out for dinner and then back to chez Childs for wine and good conversation. Unfortunately I had to retire early because I've got the WORST COLD I HAVE EVER HAD. I thought I was going to pass out at the restaurant, but in hindsight I guess I shouldn't have had two glasses of wine after having taken copious amounts of cough syrup. Today I'm lying in bed writing this blog. I didn't sleep at all so please forgive any typos. Luckily we have about fourteen patisseries surrounding out cottage, so Don has just brought me a coffee and almond croissant. If I can get myself vertical, I'm going to visit Kathleen in the boutique at Juno Beach and then come home and begin packing. We may venture out to Bayeux this afternoon to see the tapestry which tells the story of William the Conquerer's conquest of England.
This may be my last blog. I've had a marvelous holiday and am glad to see that Kathleen has settled in here in Normandy. Now my thoughts turn to Ottawa and old friends...
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