I am back from two weeks of vacation and feeling renewed! And bloated. So much food.
The first stop with my traveling companions (George IV and George III-- my brother Sean and dad) was Normandy. Specifically, we flew into Paris, went through the harrowing Kafkaesque ordeal of renting a car, and drove to Rouen.
I chose Rouen because of the Joan of Arc connection. She was burned at the stake here in 1431. Today a modern church stands on the spot where this went down.
It also has a Gothic Cathedral that was partially bombed out (now mostly restored) during World War II.
We also visited the Aitre St. Maclou -- a morbid destination that I had misread in my guidebook as a cemetery. Not so much... it's a mass grave for plague victims! I dropped the ball on taking pictures because I was too busy taking in the creepy vibes.
We were on a mission for crepes and cider since those are the specialties of the area, and we found both at Crêperie Roland.
We also spent some time away from the medieval center in the more modern part of Rouen.
After spending two nights in Rouen, we made a brief stop in Bayeux to see the tapestry and eat yet more crepes.
We then headed West to Mont St-Michel, me safely ensconced in my Slanket like the American Badass I am...