A Rainy Overnight in Mont St. Michel

| May 7, 2015 | 2 Replies

When I was planning our recent trip to Normandy, my husband mentioned wanting to see Mont St. Michel. I’d never heard of it, but believe me: when this tolerant man–whom I drag around Europe according to personal whim–puts in a travel request, I make it happen.

Wanting to stay on the island itself, I chose Le Mouton Blanc, one of the very few hotels situated directly on the island.

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We were not disappointed. But I’ll get to that.

Once we figured out the parking situation (you can’t drive up to the island), we grabbed our bags and headed, through pouring rain, to the little shuttle station adjoining the parking lot. Well. Despite the driver seeing us coming, he pulled away and left us. In the rain. It was awesome.

wet dog look

NOT REALLY

We sat under a partial overhang until a shuttle appeared about 20 minutes later. As we approached the abbey from the road, our bus slowed down and then came to a stop. Some folks stepped off the bus to take a picture, then stepped back on. When the bus did not move, we all realized that he’d brought us as far as he was going to bring us.

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They stepped off the bus so their picture of the island would not look like this.

Suitcases in tow, we all began the trek to the abbey.  And by trek, I mean schlepping suitcases over a boardwalk and up the cobblestoned hill toward the abbey.

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Beautiful pic. I could have lived without it, though.

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Thank God for suitcases with wheels.

Once we arrived at the hotel, it was pretty much worth it. Nestled in a crooked, cobblestoned alley, Le Mouton Blanc is filled with all the charm of Europe: 14th Century stone, exposed beams…pure historic charm. Our room, though small, fit both a double and two single beds. Most importantly, it had a bathtub.

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The room featured wood paneling, exposed beams, and a view of the alley.

Hungry from our rainy journey, we decided to stay at the hotel restaurant for dinner.  Our fare:

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I ordered a local specialty omelette. The waiter must have mistaken “omelette” for “vomit”, because it looked and tasted as if someone vomited egg and it foamed up. DO NOT EAT THIS.

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Paul had lamb, said it was good. Not awesome, but good. (At least it wasn’t the omelette, which, if I did not make myself clear, was fucking gross.)

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I also ordered shrimp risotto, because I am a pig. It was not bad, but I did not prefer the flavor of the sauce. The shrimp were yums, though. Thank God I ordered this, to make up for the egg vomit.

I don't recall what Sequoia ate.  I'm assuming it was good.

I don’t recall what Sequoia ate. I’m assuming it was good.

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Sequoia’s chocolate mousse dessert. Oh, hells yeah.

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Let me tell you, if there’s one dessert I remember from our trip to Normandy, it’s these chocolate-covered profiteroles. SO FUCKING GOOD. This dessert made up for the egg vomit, tenfold. IT WAS AWESOME.

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The restaurant interior was charming

We all enjoyed a good night’s rest in the hotel.  In the morning, we could not find a local cafe with croissants, so we ended up returning to the hotel to eat an overpriced breakfast buffet.  Not bad, just overpriced.  While looking for a cafe, we learned how a car-less island laundry service operates.

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Jobs that suck: going downhill, on cobblestone, with an overflowing dolly.  Presumably, going up also sucks.

We were thrilled to see the sun peeking out as we began to explore the island, even if it was windy as hell.  A few pics:

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What it looks like in the sun

Inside the abbey

Inside the abbey

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Amazing shadow of the island from atop the abbey

Beach views

Beach views

The route of shuttle and shlep

The route of shuttle and schlep

hair blowing in the wind

Wind.

 

For the first in a series of photos of Normandy, click here!

 

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Kari Martindale is a writer and ESL instructor. She’s visited all 50 states and 37 countries, including many of the big cities of Europe and a ton of Christmas Markets. She spends her days straddling the fence between a sense of adventure and a sense of paranoia. She is married to what is clearly a patient man and has a daughter who, frustratingly, is just like her. Her academic and professional backgrounds are in linguistics and foreign languages. When she's not teaching ESL, she's writing. When she's not writing, she's thinking. When she's not thinking, she's watching the news. When she's ambiguous, it's intentional.

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  1. Mike says:

    What did you think of the omelette? Hehe
    (Apparently that fluffy method the local custom.)
    Great story. Thanks.

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