We arose in the morning to a beautiful site, a brook or small river (what is the difference exactly?) and Aaron took Trixie for a walk near some cows. She even got really close to one.
Trixie saw the mountain in the distance and knew that something epic was about to happen. Yes, we were on our way to Mont St. Michel. Honestly, I didn't even know what this place was and wasn't all that thrilled to go because it was awful out and it wasn't in Paris. But it was the #1 thing to do in France according to our tour book. BTW, it's a town/village on an island and there's an abbey at the top. (Sory of like Meteora in Greece only less mountain like)
We decided to walk the 40 minute path rather than take the 10 minute shuttle like all the other wussies. Yeah, that was smart. We did get some awesome pictures of the wind nearly blowing us over. See?
Trixie didn't mind it, but man, I didn't even pack a rain coat on this trip. (Notice my "ugly" shoes?)
Once inside the city walls it was actually quite nice (yes, walls) and the only thing that made it bad was the fact that the temperature was still cold. Trixie wasn't allowed in the abbey so we had to do it one at a time. Since I didn't buy an audio guide, I was literally just following a path to various room and reading the titles (all in french of course). I didn't find it too interesting, but whatever. I did think that the town itself was very beautiful and came out of a fairy tale.
Check out the human hamster wheel. When we were leaving the town, the wind picked up like crazy and it started raining hard. We had umbrellas but couldn't open them because the wind would've destroyed them....we decided to take the shuttle. Alas, dogs weren't allowed on the shuttle, so Aaron had to take one for the team and walk Trixie all the way back to the car. I got to go back early and prep the car up. We drove all the way back to Paris that night and in the end, I'm glad we went. It's a gresat memory.
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