We were in Normandy today.
And if you are American, you cannot go through Normandy without visiting the D-Day beaches, memorials and museums. We are American; so we did.
I recognize this was not consistent with the theme of this travel journal, but I want you to know I tried.
She failed in the first objective. In fairness to her, she did point out that a small part of the interior of the church in Sainte-Mere-Eglise was from the eleventh century, but I don’t count that because I believe she just stumbled upon it and she couldn’t tie it to the Crusaders or the Carolingian Renaissance.
She succeeded in the second objective late in the afternoon while time was running out, and for this I give her full credit. She even ordered for me in French, which I thought was a nice personal touch.
For those of you who are curious, I had the crepe confiture, which is a crepe with jam (apricots for me).
For dinner Cindy ordered a crepe appetizer, of which I ate half. Then for desert I had a crepe souflee. This made three crepes in a single day, which is a personal best.
In France this feat is considered the equivalent of an NBA triple double and is widely respected and appreciated, especially by creperie owners.
Tomorrow we get back on Crusader/Carolingian theme, and the rest of the trip is carefully scripted to stay on the theme, although I reserve the right to return occasionally to the subject of crepes. GS