It's never too early to start planning (or fantasizing) the next big summer camping trip.
Despite a going to bed at four in the morning the previous night, we were determined not to sleep in. We vowed not to waste a single second in the beautiful city of Paris. We pulled ourselves out of bed around 9:30, grabbed a couple of croissants from the hotel, then set off for some craved shopping fix.
Madly in Louvre
Today was scheduled to meet the much anticipated journalist John Morris. We rode the metro and stopped by one of the most beautiful parks I’d ever seen. It was surrounded by beautifully historic buildings and looked like another scene straight out of BBC’s Pride and Prejudice. There were little sand boxes and a woman with two of the cutest kids I’ve ever seen were playing in it.
Mont Saint Michel
Our time in Caen has come to an end. We packed our bags, loaded the coach and headed to Mount-Saint Michel. I’d never heard of the place before and did not know what to expect.
“As time goes on, I miss him more”
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.