After our adventures at Mont St. Michele, we ventured off to the D-day Memorial and beaches in Normandie. It was a cold, cloudy, windy day – the first bad weather we experienced on our trip – maybe because of the ocean, maybe because it’s just always a little gloomy at a cemetery.
It was absolutely staggering to walk through the memorial museum and see the walls of names, the stories, the hour-by-hour accounts of the days surrounding the invasions.
It was amazing to stand in the middle of literally thousands of acres of crosses. When you have a cross to represent every single death, it becomes very hard to ignore
Matt said a couple of times he got pretty choked up just walking around. I don’t have anything eloquent to say or good to add because I’m sure most of you reading this blog know far more about this than I do. If you ever have a chance to travel to France, don’t skip Normandie. You will be welcomed as basically a saint just because you’re American and no one there has forgotten. Neither should we!
Up next: my favorite town on our trip: Honfleur! Separate post. Didn’t seem right to clutter up a post about Omaha beach with any frivolities!