Tuesday 11 June 2019
The land is flat a good distance inland, so as you approach Mont-Saint-Michel it appears to hover in the air, so tall is the mount.
A UNESCO World Heritage site, it doesn’t disappoint, despite the crowds flowing through its narrow streets.
It is reached by a bridge, recently built to protect the environment – it gets 2.5m visitors a year.
It’s only a twenty minute walk yet there were long queues of people waiting longer than that for the shuttle bus.
The tide was out so I walked around the beach.
Cornwall’s smaller version was named after this and it’s not the only evocation of the county; the beach is grey and could be from a china clay tip.
It’s extremely photogenic. I took over sixty photos.
It changes with the light and shows a different face at every turn.
An extraordinary place that has been shaped by history, too much to go into. Here’s a Wikipedia link.
I’d passed a German Cemetery close to the campsite so cycled to it after leaving the Mont. It sits on hill, Mont d’Huisnes.
It turns out it’s the only German Cemetery on French soil. In 1961 bodies from France and the Channel Islands, areas listed on the blocks up the steps, were reinterred in this ossuary.
It’s a circular building on two levels.
Sixty eight vaults each hold 180 dead, almost 12000 in all, their names, if known, on plaques. Some had photos, left by family I assume.
And this one.
Being on a hill, the cemetery offered a wonderful view of Mont-Saint-Michel. I leave this one here.