The “Pope Mobile” or Totem was wonderful. Once we got a full tank of diesel, we headed up the Champs Elysees and around the Arc de Triomphe and followed our Tom Tom GPS on a cross country adventure. Deana was just happy to get out of Paris without getting a motorcyclist draped across our hood! We travelled several hundred kolometers across country, cruising through literally hundreds of round-abouts and only a handful of traffic lights. Our city traffic department could benefit from a trip over here.
Our objective for the day was Mont Saint Michel at the Western edge of the Normandy region of northern France, near St. Malo. Jeff had been here in ’82 and wanted to share it with everyone.
Once we reached Mont Saint Michel we pulled our luggage up the cobblestone streets to our room at Auberge St. Pierre, nestled on the isle, below the abby. As we entered the Abbey the evening vespers were being sung by the Benedictine priests and the nuns. It sounded terrific. We toured the grounds of the abbey and learned a great deal about it’s rich history.
Later we got some pictures as the sun set and as the tide swept into the Baie du Mont Saint Michel. We continued to take pictures as lights came on to illuminate the abbey at the top of the hill of granite.