Mont Saint-Michel

I've wanted to go to Mont Saint-Michel for as long as I can remember. I had this poster on the wall of my dorm room in Santa Cruz for inspiration:

My grandma tried at every opportunity to convince me that I would hate it. It's too packed full of tourists, it can't live up to expectations, etc. So, instead of going for an afternoon with all the other schmoes, we decided to stay in the little village nearby at a hotel with a view of it. 

BOOM. SLANKETED.

We arrived in the late afternoon just as the busloads of tourists were departing and set out to explore. 

We had been forewarned that all of the restaurants on the Mont are tourist traps, so we had dinner at the tourin'est tourist trap of them all, La Mère Poulard! My conclusion afterwards was that a lot of the hate that gets heaped on this place comes from people who are crammed into some forgotten room upstairs with a bunch of other sweaty, angry people. With that experience in mind, the prices seem ASTRONOMICAL and unforgivable. However, we had dinner in the sparsely-populated main dining room, which was quite atmospheric and the food, while not incredible, was better than I expected.

I didn't try one of the famous omelettes, but my dad did and loved it. I went for a "lighter" meal since we had already been stuffing ourselves stupid for 2 days. Every time Beurre d'Isigny makes an appearance, I think I'm contractually obligated to eat all of it though. 

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Salade normande au Camembert chaud.

Salade normande au Camembert chaud.

Digestif: Calvados

Digestif: Calvados

After dinner, Sean and I did some more exploring and took in the sunset. 

CHEM TRAILZZZ

CHEM TRAILZZZ

Magic.

On the next installment, our protagonists travel to the beach city of Saint-Malo in Brittany. Stay tuned!