I Like Paris in the Fall….

Anytime of year is a good time to be in Paris.  Left Normandy and returned for 36 hours in Paris.  We stayed on the eastern edge of the city but close to the river and Paris is a great city for walking, much like New York.  There is so much to see and it’s relatively flat.   We did bump into an acquaintance from home and it was a bit surreal to share how much we were enjoying Paris but our minds were “back home” with all those affected by the fires.  It’s something only fellow community members can share.

William the Conqueror and Napoleon Bonaparte

What do these two have in common? The Abbey of Jumieges was founded in 654 as a Benedictine abbey, it was leveled by Vikings in the 9th century and rebuilt by William the Conquerer in the 11th century.  This large and impressive complex thrived for centuries and was the largest abbey in Normandy.  An abbey is a complex of buildings that provides a home for monks and nuns and activities for the community.  With the French Revolution and its animosity towards the church, the whole complex was turned into a quarry.  It has not changed since with no roof to protect the interior and many walls are entirely gone.  There is a group who would like to restore the entire complex but that has not proceeded yet. I hope my photographs will help you imagine the grandeur of this place.


It’s no accident that the white cliffs of Dover are on the other side of the English Channel from Etretat.  You will see that these cliffs were the subject of the Impressionists.  The crescent shaped bay with fairly calm water once made it a thriving fishing village and ultimately a popular seaside resort (again only a train ride away from Paris) in the 19th century.  For the Impressionists having subject matter for Plein Air painting (outside on the site) was one thing that drew them, the amazing light which we understand living on the coast as we do, but also the Impressionists were interested in depicting leisure time.  This is the perfect setting for that.  Now there is no longer a port except for rental boats so the streets are lined with restaurants, hotels, and knick knack shops but all that does not detract from the natural beauty.



We are no longer in France but due to several intensive travel days I got behind so I’ll be sharing France with you a few days longer.  Honfleur is best known as a mecca for the Impressionist painters in the late 19th century because of it’s expansive landscape, the coastal light and the easy travel by train from Paris.  Even today Parisians flock to Normandy to “get away.”  For some reason this picturesque town was spared destruction during World War II and it is quintessentially cute though not in a bad way.  In fact it seems to be spared the chain stores, at least in the compact downtown (compact in that to drive the streets you have to put both mirrors in and someone has to direct walking ahead of the car).

Honfleur is still a port thought mostly it appears to be large sailboats and tour boats, with a few fishing boats mixed in.  Le Havre, the large port to the north (and quite industrial) has long eclipsed Honfleur.  This is where the Seine River meets the English Channel.  William the Conquerer received supplied from Honfleur once he had invaded England and Samuel de Champlain sailed from here in 1608 to North America, where he explored the St. Lawrence River and founded Quebec City.  But of everything, artists like Monet might be said to have launched modernism from here.

All the Light You Cannot See (Sant Malo)

If you haven’t read the book “All the Light You Cannot See” I highly recommend it.  It is supposed to have taken place in Sant Malo so we made a little excursion there.  It’s not far from Sant Michel and like it is very close to the water though not an island.  The walled old city was established in Roman times so it has a long history.  In World War II (the time of the novel) the ancient city was virtually destroyed by American and British fire.  The Allies believed that Sant Malo was a Nazi stronghold when it turned out there were only about 100 German soldiers there.  It was interesting walking around in a space you only know from your imagination, and I have to say my impression was pretty good so an even better reason to read a novel well told.  I’m just going to publish a gallery of photos with no captions as I really didn’t learn a lot about the town as we walked.

Art at Mont Saint Michel

It was interesting to see the work of a 20th century artist exhibited within the walls of the abbey.  The artist, Germaine Richier, 1902-1959 was a French artist who worked in bronze and whose work reminds me of Picasso’s bronze sculptures as well as the work of Modigliani.  The work looks very interesting against a stone background.  She received a classical training at the Beaux Arts in Montpellier.  She was very affected by World War II and her work has an expressive as well as tragic dimension.  The Pompidou Center in Paris is partnering with national monuments to pay tribute to this particular important French artist of the 20th century.  It’s nice to see.

Jewel of Normandy

Mont Saint Michel is one of the most photographed sites in France and gets more than 13 million visitors a year.  It rises atop a very small island at the tip of Normandy and as you might expect there’s a bit of a rivalry between Normandy and Brittany over who it belongs to.  It is one of the four most visited religious sites in Christianity though mostly tourists outnumber the pilgrims these days.  In 708 Bishop Aubert of Avranches, is said to have had three visions in which the angel Michael commanded him to build an oratory on Mount Tome the closest island to the town.  The first two times the bishop ignored him so the angel poked him in the head leaving a dent.  Aubert built a small church on the island which rapidly became a pilgrimage site for followers of the angel Michael that had been active since the 5th century.

Mont Saint Michel is surrounded by a mudflat and the tidal change along the coast is big so for periods of time it’s possible to “walk” out to the island.  In 1878 a causeway was built that allowed pilgrims to come and go regardless of the tide.  It increased the flow of visitors but blocked the flow of water around the island.  The result was that much of the bay silted up and the island was rapidly becoming part of the mainland.  The original purpose of providing a haven for monks and its uniqueness was disappearing.  In a major engineering and environmental project French engineers with help from their Swiss and Dutch counterparts began a massive reclamation project building a dam upstream on the river to collect water during high tide and flush out the bay at strategic times and a bridge was built to replace the causeway which had been solid.




The village has existed since this became an active pilgrimage site so one can imagine that the tourists you see today were coming for a different purpose in the Middle Ages.  It’s possible to avoid the shows by climbing up stairs to get to the abbey on top.


The abbey has been here for 1200 years and for most of that time home to Benedictine monks.  Much of the history was lost when its archives were taken to St. Lo for safety during World War II and were destroyed during the D-Day fighting.  These models and reconstruction of the tower models give you a good idea of the architectural development.

A word about Saint Michael; a warrior saint clad in armor, is often seen slaying a dragon (symbol of the Devil) with his sword.  In his other hand he carries a set of scales.  In the Middle Ages it was believed he weighed the souls on Judgment Day so if you wanted to get in his good graces you might have considered a pilgrimage to Saint Michel.


In a place that is at peace after suffering so much for centuries, it’s important to remember that in other places things are not so peaceful.  Throughout Bayeux right now there is a photo exhibition of large billboard sized photographic panels of photographs from the conflict to liberate Mosul, Iraq.  It’s a reminder to all of us what war continues to do.  We also visited the Memorial to the Reporters that is in a beautiful garden setting, that lists the names of all reporters who have lost their lives from 1944 to the present.  The plaque at the entrance says: This place is dedicated to reporters and to freedom of the press.  It is unique in Europe, firing a walkway among white stones engraved with the name of journalists killed all over the world since 1944.  This project by the town of Bayeux and the organization Reporters Without Borders was inaugurated in 2007 by Rama Yade, Junior Minster for Human Rights and Patrick Gomont, mayor of Bayeux.

It goes on to say on another plaque: Bayeux, which witnessed a freedom dearly won, has included the Memorial to Reporters to encourage the younger generations to think about what freedom really means.  “We must uphold freedom of speech, it is the basis for all other freedoms, it is how we enlighten each other.” Voltaire.



The right weather for a solemn day

We visited Omaha Beach and the American cemetery, the site of the D-Day landings on a gloomy and drizzly day.  It seemed appropriate for the experience.  Before coming here it didn’t really hit me how many young people gave up their own futures so that we could have one, and went off to a place where they knew no one thousands of miles from their own homes that at that time were not actually threatened.  At the same time I’m thinking about the fires close to our home and just a tiny taste of what it might feel like to be endangered.  The people of Europe were suffering immeasurably and Americans helped relieve their suffering.

The artist of “The Braves” wrote:  I created this sculpture to honor the courage of these men: sons, husbands, fathers, who endangered and often sacrificed their lives in the hope of freeing the French people.The Wings of Hope so that the spirit which carried these men on June 6, 1944 continues to inspire us, reminding us that together it is always possible to change the future. So that the example of those who rose against barbarity, helps us remain standing strong against all forms of inhumanity.  So that this surge of brotherhood always reminds us of our responsibility towards others as well as ourselves.  On June 6, 1944 these men were more than soldiers, they were our brothers.


The history we never learned but should have

Arromanches, a small town on the coast was ground zero for the D-Day invasion in World War II.  Since it’s only 20 miles from Britain, the Allies decided it would be easier to build their own port than try to capture one from the Nazis.  So practically overnight this tiny village that had been a fishing village and then turned into a resort in the 19th century became a huge port, Port Winston that gave the Allies a place to supply the troops who would be coming on shore a few miles away.  If you think about 2.5 million soldiers invading, they would need a lot of supplies.  Port Winston allowed the Allies to begin their ultimate push to Berlin and the end of World War II.  So the day after the invasion started, this is how they did it  17 old ships sailed across the English Channel and were sunk so that each bow face the next ship’s stern, forming a sea barrier.  The 500 tugboats towed 115 football field sized cement blocks across the Channel and these were also sunk, creating a 4 mile long breakwater 1.5 miles offshore.  Then pontoon bridges that were manufactured in Britain were set in place so that they moved with the tides and currents.  115 anti-aircraft guns were installed on the bridges and cement blocks to protect a port the size of Dover, the world’s busiest passenger port today.

Eleven months later Hitler was dead.  I had never heard about any of this, and it’s amazing the engineering and will power that went into making this whole thing a reality.  Yes, things had gotten to a turning point for the Allies (more about that in the next posting) though it always amazes me the gaps in my knowledge, especially when WWII is so close to my own experience.  If it was not for these brave people who sacrificed so much I would not be here.


Aerial view of Port Winston at the time of it’s completion. It was in operation 6 days after it was started. Decoy aircraft were aloft over the port to fool the Germans.
One of the concrete barriers nearing completion in Britain prior to its installation.
Across these bridges, 54,000 vehicles, 326,000 troops, and 110,000 lbs. of supplies were ferried from Britain to France.
At the museum you can see a section of the pontoon bridge.
A model of one of the concrete breakwater sections towed into place.
Looking south you can see the formidable cliffs the soldiers had to climb and in the distance two of the concrete breakwater pieces still in place.
Unloading supplies from a ship
Remains of one of the bridge sections still in the water and in the distance a piece of the breakwater.
Looking back to the village one can imagine how the people felt at that time (or if they were even still there by the time the Allies came ashore). Not much is said about the people of Arromanches at the time but it looks like many had fled or were in hiding.
Model showing the pontoon bridge and the display included moving water so you could see how it all moved with the tides and currents.
A sand installation on Arromanches Beach by “Sand in Your Eye” to commemorate the 9000 who lost their lives here, entitled “The Fallen”, 2013. It was soon washed away.