We weren't on a pilgrimage as many people who came here before but it felt like we had been drawn towards this place for years. Mont St Michel was begun as a monastery on this rocky tidal island over a thousand years ago. Pilgrims began making treks to the commune across the salt marsh flats during this time. The tides can vary by 14 metres so crossing the mud flats can be dangerous without a guide. It held off the English forces during the Hundred Years War and was turned into a prison for many centuries. Now it is again a monastery with thousands of tourists either crossing the flats at low tide with a guide or using the causeway (we opted for Plan B) so they can eat thirty euro omelettes or buy authentic trinkets made in China.
Mont St Michel is so majestic that it takes your breath away when you first see it. We noticed lots of sheep grazing in the salt meadows and found out that the sheep love the salt grass which creates a special dish called salt meadow lamb, a local specialty. We stayed in the most amazing Airbnb with a gorgeous view of the monastery day and night.
Matthew and I took a walk on the tidal flats and found out just how slippery and oozy the mud is. One of our highlights was taking part in the Noon Mass which was led by the convent. There is a lot to be said for liturgy (even if it was in French). It was a day we will not soon forget.
Next door to our village is a German cemetery which is the only one of its kind in France. We found it to be a very sobering visit as we were reminded yet again of the insanity of war and the price paid by all soldiers.
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