In the Middle Ages, worshipers made pilgrimages to the church to worship The Archangel Michael. We felt a little like them as we drove up and saw it majestically rising out of the sea. You climb up through a tiny winding village with shops and restaurants and multiple alley ways and winding staircases. After the shops, you climb up to the abbey. It's WAY up there...
The Abbey is another place that seemed to have ghosts. It was actually built in the Middle Ages, and as you take the tour, you can feel the Benedictine monks walking through the ancient pathways with candles. Benedictine monks take vows of silence, and since we again had the place to ourselves, you could feel how it must've been. It is amazing to think that ancient stone masons had mastered their craft so well that they could build something this big and still have it standing there for us to see today.
After the Mont, we got back in the car for the last long leg of driving. I have taught the Vaceks the term, "car butt", and have confirmed that even in France, we're not good at driving vacations. After a few rousing games of "guess if the next village will have a pharmacy" (I thought you would be proud of that one dad) we finally made it to Le Mans, home of the grand Prix. Le Mans has a mini Notre Dame, St. Juliens, that was gorgeous. It's also a walled city!
After wandering around aimlessly for a while, we finally just settled on another sandwich from the bakery and ate in the car. We are SERIOUSLY missing Chuy's and Chinese food right now. We've all met our limit of bread and cheese or "Cheesy Bread" as we're referring to it now.Tomorrow we're off to view more chateaus, wineries, and quaint villages.