Our coach picked us up at eight o’clock and we started the day that I felt was the true purpose of this trip. At the Pointe du Hoc, the ground was completely covered in bomb craters preserved from WWII, now covered in a thick sheet of grass from the decades that have passed. Several fortifications the Nazis used to defend themselves were still preserved.
Pulling ourselves out of bed at six in the morning, we piled our groggy selves into a coach and said our last farewells to London. Our stay was too short, and I yearned so much to stay longer and soak in more.