Shadows are falling over the mud flats that form a crescent to east of the island. But it will be a long time before the sun sets and the tide rushes in “like galloping horses” as Victor Hugo, with some exaggeration, described these often treacherous waters. Mont Saint Michel for me remains a place of shadows and light.
Over a hundred years ago Henry Adams wrote of Mont Saint Michel “one looks back on it all as a picture: a symbol of unity; an assertion of God and Man, in a bolder, stronger, closer union than ever was expressed.” So much has been written about this place, so many photographs taken, paintings painted, postcards sent that it is almost embarrassing to offer one’s own humble contribution – which I guarantee will not make anyone’s collection. But here it is, our first glimpse of Mont Saint Michel on a gray stormy June afternoon – still stunning for all that. From afar:
Then you get closer and see just what a marvel of construction is this ancient Abbey Continue reading First Glimpse of Mont Saint Michel