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Mont saint michelle is on the Normandy coast. It's an old abbey/castle built on a rock outcropping surrounded by a shallow delta. You cross a land bridge to get there. At high tide your car can get washed away if you're in the lower parking lot. We arrived by car at dusk through empty farm villages. As we approached the castle loomed, it floated. It felt like we were in a fairy tale. But, there was unknown troubles ahead. Later, as we rested in the small hotel at the base of this mountain island we were awaken from our romantic dreams by a plop plop plop echoing from above. Then a pause and then a flush that echoed into the night. The horror. The horror. The End. |
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