So we found the meeting place for Overlord Tours bus - and waited for our driver and the other four people taking the tour with us - they were four friends from the US east coast who travel together frequently - but definitely a different way than we do. When I mentioned the bike tour of Paris to one of the women, she said "oh, our group would not be doing a bike tour". Or staying in a little B&B. But they were interesting.... kind of talked us into going to the Louvre by how clueless the one guy was. His discovery at the Louvre - that Whistler's Mother is actually a picture not just a joke... We used that line a few times.
Here is our 8 person van at our meeting place.
Of course the landmark of the town was in view.... this is an amazing cathedral for a relatively small town (population about 14,000) and shows how important this town (or at least it's Bishop) was in the middle ages.
This sign we photographed because of the mention of Le Molay - which was an airbase after the D-Day where my dad was stationed for some time before the liberation of Paris when they moved through Paris and on into Belgium.
First stop - Omaha Beach. Bunkers still in place although some have been at least partially destroyed.
Here we are, Dad.
We had a very good guide. Interestingly, he is German although now married to a French woman.
American Cemetery is very moving. I couldn't decide which hit me more - the many graves with death date of June 6, 1944 or the ones with no name, the unidentified remains.
The beach from the Cemetary area
The Germans had removed all vegetation to make it harder to find places to hide but its lush now.
Pointe du Hoc
We all had the same idea - taking a picture of the barbed wire and the beach.
In Normany hard cider, not wine, is the typical drink. This one we liked a lot.
And the train back.
We decided to give the guy across the street from our other Crepe place a try - he never seemed to have a lot of customers. We decided maybe there was a reason for that - his crepes were not as good...
Another night eating at home on our terrace - crepes, fruit and wine...