After Paris, we took a train to Bayeux. Bayeux is in the Normandy provence. That should give a huge clue to why we went! :)
We only spent half of day here, but it was nice none-the-less. The area was quaint and beautiful. The beaches were stunning and humbling. The American cemetery, museum and memorial were absolutely breath taking and sobering.
There we stood on beaches that were, only 66 years ago, covered in blood and bodies. Our men fought for the freedom of another nation and truly stood for what our forefathers, our country believe in - liberty and justice for all.
We spent a good amount of time at the cemetery and also drove to Omaha and Utah beaches. We made dinner (ratatouille) and washed clothes at our apartment. We blew a fuse and Kent had to call Joe, from Ireland (the landlord, if you will), to figure out how to fix it. It was a humorous night. And for the record, this apartment was the worst of all four that we stayed in. All things considered, it wasn't terrible in the slightest. We really lucked out with housing in France!
At Utah Beach...
On Utah Beach.
The American Cemetery
I didn't want picture with anyone in them. I felt like it tainted the meaning and the power of what we were standing on. I did, however, grab a handful of sand from each beach and let it run through my fingers. This was a quieter day, indeed. I'm really glad we spent some time in Normandy.