Paddling Around Mont St. Michel

Mont St. Michel was another place I had always wanted to see. We stayed in a small, very French hotel that had a Small Planet recommendation. Walking across the causeway and then up the tiny medieval street of the village was like walking into a picture book. I climbed up what seemed like hundreds of steps to get to the entrance to the Abbey. Then there were more steps up to a stone terrace with an amazing view of the surrounding sands and the distant English Channel. Excuse me, the French call it La Manche or the sleeve. The inside of the Abbey was impressive especially when one considers the site, high up on what is essentially a rock, and the time of the building (the 6th century through the 18th century). Blocks of granite were brought from another island to build the imposing structure. From the Abby one walks out to a cloister that seems suspend in air, It was truly magical a place of peace and quiet, with a lovely garden in the middle, surrounded by closistered walks and with views of the blue-green sea. I coiuld have sat there for days just absorbing the beauty.