Our last morning in France we spent at Mont Saint Michel, an island commune near Normandy, it is just over a half a mile off the coast. We got there first thing in the morning and walked up to the monastery. It was so beautiful and SO windy. What an amazing island, I felt like I was walking around somewhere from Lord of the Rings {nerd alert}. The narrow cobblestone path up to the monastery was perfect, I half expected to see Gandalf come around the corner. The best part of it all is that we were there so early that we almost had the place to ourselves.
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my Dad the trooper, any man who travels with 4 daughters deserves a medal. At least we let him nap.
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