Bon Jour!

Honfleur

J'arrive en France et je suis fatigue et ma Francais est tres mal. Mon Dieu! Perhaps it is because I last spoke French in 2003 but only to find a restaurant that served Mussels in the city of Lyon. Alas, the six years of French classes (high school + college) did not do the trick. Hmmm. 1973 marked the year of my last French class but hey I had four years of high school and two years of College French, What could go wrong? I will blame it on the lack of opportunity to speak the language not -ahem- the passage of time.

After an uneventful and long flight from Seattle, we landed in Paris, disembarked and followed the herd to buses that drove us to the terminal. No one asked why the plane was parked 10 minutes from the nearest terminal but off we went on Mr. Toad's wild ride.  As it turns out the bus deposited the flock of us at customs/immigration and after an hour in a rather long line, France was just out the door.  At long last we met B&B hosts/ Normandy tour guides Stuart and Jenny Robertson and the trek to Normandy commenced.  On the way we stopped at the village of Honfleur for a bit of sight seeing. It is a charming village. Most of the buildings date to the 13-14 century  and all the streets are cobble stones. The cobbles make for interesting walking--pay attention or serious injury may result. It is not clear if this village is simply an old village or if it qualifies as ancient.I am thinking it is ancient.

Did I mention that the B&B was built in 1652? No that is not a typo -1652.  It may be ancient too but it is quite cozy.   Wild life update!: the views from our cozy abode are mostly cows of various sizes and colors. To my knowledge they are not ancient.  Although come to think of it, I have not asked one to show ID proof of age.  Apparently, this region is the dairy farming capital of France  - cows and dairies all over the bloomin' place. Cows to this part of France are what sheep is to New Zealand.  Anyhoo you get the idea. lots of dairy cows.

Either the jet lag has kicked in or the Sandman is working overtime.  My eyelids are begging me to close up shop and head for dreamland.  There will be more tomorrow  -highlights include Utah and Omaha Beaches, a couple of museums, and Ste Mere Eglise.

Night folks and sleep well. Moose and Mosquito Tours is calling it a day.












I won't mention that our flight was over an hour late boarding and we'd arrived at the airport three hours in advance of the flight -as recommended. According to my fellow passengers it seems that Delta is never on-time -just sayin'.