56 years. That’s how long it took me to get to Mont St. Michel. I first learned of it in Miss Longenecker’s 5th grade as one of her weekly bulletin board posts for extra credit. I probably saw the first photo of it in the World Book encyclopedias my parents bought ( with the deluxe green and white bindings!). I’ve been enchanted ever since. Today we visited.
And it rained!
The abbey itself is amazing, and I was really surprised to see the pristine condition of the chambers. (First known building began around 700 ad.) We climbed up, up, up and finally when we were completely breathless found the ticket office for the abbey.
Photos above are the refectory, the cloister (Benedictine), and the main chapel. Many areas are in use and on this coming Wednesday evening there’s a concert. I’d love to be here on a warm summer evening; the photos we saw of the Mont at sunset or under a starry sky are spectacular.
We found a warm spot for lunch and each had a “galette,” a typical Bretagne dish. Start with a large, thin buckwheat pancake and add toppings/stuffing to make a meal. We’ve had them with ham, melted cheese, with an egg on top, another with smoked salmon, potatoes, and salad. Mine today was melted Camembert, smoked ham, and potatoes. With a glass of the house red it was just right.
For me, it was an A+ day, long awaited and worth the wait. Would I return? Hmmm—- how many other places did Miss Longenecker introduce us to in 1960?! Thanks, Laverne!