What a suspenseful title, you must be thinking. I actually Instagrammed a picture of this galette with a similar caption. But that's just the point of a hook. To reel you in all the while being a bit deceptive. Anyway, yes, this Normande Galette was quite good. But it, in itself, did not change "it all", whatever that is. But my weekend trip to Normandie got me thinking quite a lot.
For the past few weeks now, I've noticed that the more I fall in love with Paris, the more I learn about myself. To use a perhaps contradictory example, I can't listen to country music anymore. Not because I hate it, quite the contrary. I LOVE country music. Probably a bit more than ever before, and it's because it makes me nostalgic and homesick for small-town Minnesota. Read: I'm starting to realize that maybe I like small town life a bit more than I originally thought. Driving through the small towns of Normandie, therefore, made my heart so happy. Is the grass always greener on the other side? Certainly, but my whole life has been spent in big cities save for some extended trips to Northern Minnesota, so maybe I just have a craving for small-town life. So that's what I'm going to pursue.
Anyway, here are some highlight photos from the trip. They are few, because most of the photos I took were from the D-Day tour and museums, and for some reason I can't bring myself to post those. How does one consolidate a tour, which is already condensed, into just a highlight reel? What even is a highlight reel? Basically I've decided that, while perhaps there was no real demand or interest from any of my potential readers to see these photos, it would just be better for you to see these things for yourself. The pictures really do not grasp the profound gravity of the thing. I found myself forgetting to take photos sometimes because I was so moved, near tears. One stop on the tour was a cliffside, with a terrain that has now taken a lunar landscape, as every few feet there are massive pool-sized craters, where bombs went off. It's incredible. But pictures can't convey these things.
One non-D-Day-related thing we did was the Char à voile. You can see the cars in one of the pictures below. It was so funny, we dressed up in wet suits and took turns turning against the wind to gain momentum. We glided across the flat sands and occasionally through large saltwater puddles that splashed wet sand all over our faces. My friend Pat and I challenged each other to go further down the beach towards the water but the wind died down and we got stuck in muddy sand, having to manually push our cars in tennis shoes, soaking our feet. So worth it.
Here are the photos. Normandie kind of reminds me of Cape Cod a bit... it was comforting that way.