25.04.2011 - 25.04.2011 27 °C
Yesterday started with a disappointing breakfast at our B&B. In their defense, it was a national holiday and the boulangerie was closed for the day, so the bread and croissants were a day old. What did Shane and I conclude? Don’t let an English cook do a French cook’s job. Our host, Steve gave us a ride to Mont St-Michel and left us with instructions on where to drop our bags and where to find a bus schedule. He also mentioned that after we finished those things, that we should to go straight to the abbey before the push of crowds arrived. All his advice was sound.
The 9 euros we each paid was well worth it. I thought we were just going to see an abbey, but we saw so much more. Dining halls, multiple praying rooms, an inner court yard, the knights hall, where they kept prisoners, it was all very awesome. When you see the views on top of Mont St-Michel you can understand why they chose to build an abbey there. With the sun streaming in through the many stained glass windows throughout the buildings you get the feeling that the place was touched by a divine hand.
After the tour we found a few postcards and got some lunch and a nutella crepe. Yum!
We waited for the public bus to come and bring us to the train station. We arrived just in time to catch the 1:40 train to Caen. The train ride was really nice, we accidentally sat in 1st class the whole was, though the conductor checking tickets didn’t say anything. When we arrived in Caen we very quickly found the train going to Paris. It was getting loaded with people, we frantically tried to find unreserved seats, competing with others carrying far less luggage than us. Eventually we made our way to the back car and found two seats. Every stop we made on the way to Paris filled up a little more. By the end of the 2 hour ride there were: 4 babies (all who we’re crying, sometimes in chorus), 1 minister, 1 guy who looked exactly like Shane’s brother (except for the dark hair), 1 cat, 1 XL girl who wouldn’t stay in her seat and kept asking people for money, and at least 15 people sitting on the floor in the narrow isles. Then, for a grande finale, a newborn baby decided to belt out a solo for the last 15 minutes of our ride. Longest 15 minutes ever.
We got into Paris at 6:10pm and found our way to our hostel for the night. It was a nice hostel, all new. By the end of the night we had a full room.
We left the hostel and got some dinner at a place we really didn’t think was going to be that great, it turned out to be awesome! My body was craving vegetables, I haven’t had near enough so I had the salad terrior. It had everything on it including a fried egg and a few sliced of raw bacon, Shane says he’s been eating for years, I didn’t even know it was food safe. Shane had a steak with bearnaise sauce. For dessert we shared the best creme brulee I’ve ever had.
It was 10pm by the time we got back to our hostel. We got all our stuff ready to go for the morning and set our alarm for 4:50am. I hadn’t thought about the fact that in hostels no one goes to bed by 11. We went to sleep with the lights on.