When I was in the 7th grade at Punahou, the cover of my French text book was a photo of Mont Saint Michel. I always dreamed of someday walking at low tide to this magnificent island.
When our cruise ship arrived in the tiny port of St. Malo, my dream came true. It was definitely a “little” more crowded than the photo I remembered, but oh well….nevertheless beautiful, especially when we climbed all the way to the top.
Here are some photos I took along the way.
We had one of those “small world” experiences while having a glass of cider (they don’t grow grape vines – only apple trees – in this part of Brittany) in a little bistro on Mont Saint Michel.
I overheard someone at the table behind us say “Where are you from?” and someone answered “Brussels, Belgium. Where are you from?” and the answer was “Honolulu, Hawaii.” I jerked my head around and there was Dr. Stephen Tenby, my son’s pediatrician. He and his wife had been cruising on the Crystal Symphony with us and we didn’t even know it. We had to find them in Mont Saint Michel. Oddly, we never saw them again on the ship either. The ship is just big enough that you can cruise for weeks without seeing some people if you just happen to go to the shows, the restaurants, the lounges and so on at different times. Everything is so, well, fluid!
And speaking of fluid, here’s my watercolor of Mont Saint Michel:
– Paula Rath