by cheri block
I had hoped to chronicle my thoughts and feelings while in Paris and Normandy, just like a splendid journalist.
Instead, I studied my French language book before entering at least four pharmacies in France and had amusing abbreviated conversations with patient French pharmacists. Ultimately, my theatrics worked better than my French.
This entry will be short <cough, cough>, but I did want to show you a few of the 600 photos we took while in the gorgeous French countryside.
We stayed at the Chateau d Audrieu, a lovely quiet place with only 29 rooms. I found it difficult to imagine that over 31 Canadian soldiers were shot in this courtyard by the Nazis (right outside our window on the right).
We visited a number of Romanesque and Romanesque-Gothic churches, both large and small, in Normandy. I have never seen stained glass windows like these which pay tribute to the brave American soldiers who risked their lives for a people they did not know.
Along with our guide, Christophe, we traveled to Omaha Beach, the widest beach I have ever seen. As if to soothe my heart, out in surf whished a Standardbred harness horse. Did you know that I am a horse nut? I don’t think I have shared that tidbit before. My first horse, Yankee, was a Standardbred…pretty tough to post on an English saddle to that fast trot. Anyway, I am now distracting myself (again) from the reality of what happened on Omaha Beach.
Thank you, soldiers.
We traveled to the American Cemetery in Normandy, where over 9000 American men are buried, far from their homes. There, we visited Hyman Barash and Theodore Roosevelt, Jr.
That’s all for now, my friends.