Day Day

We woke early yesterday to catch the faster train that goes out to the city of Caen. Here we went to the Normandie bunker museum. Because it was the day before Dday, there were veterans in uniform all over the place. I met one man who was a british pilot back in the war. His plane was shot down and he was taken in and hidden by a number of french families. He has spent the last week remeeting and eating dinners with the same families who saved his life so long ago. In the museum we watched a movie that was rather well done. No words, just a split screen of filmed from both sides of the battle of dday going at once. It was hard to follow, shocking, and to the point. I would hate to have been the man to document all that. Though I guess that is your one job. Stay alive, hold the camera. Its not unlike the revolution. Stay alive, hold the flag. In one of the gardens outside the museum I found about 100 british soldiers practicing a ceremony for the anniversary.

After the museum we took a bus in to Gold Beach. We couldnt make it to omaha or Utah, as there reamlly is no bus system thqt way. On gold beqch we saw a small parade of veterans and then sprinted back to catch the bus. The bus ride was beautiful along the coast. I felt like we were riding among cinderellas chataeu all over the countryside, on the hills, on the beach and cliffs. It was phenomenal.

We went out for another dinner with a total of 10 of us to end our time in Honfleur, the best pqrt of France. This morning we cqme bqck to Paris and spent the day checking off sites that we have missed. Tongiht we plan to go to LA Defense to see it lit up when it is finally dark.


The weather is wierd here. Its not hot until about 4pm and it stays light until 10 pm