The beginning of our trip to France had the potential of being a little rocky because of the French air traffic controllers’ strike and the railway personnel who followed suit. Our flight was delayed in the US, but it was because of storms there and not because of anything going on in France. We arrived safely and experienced no delays at the airport or at the train station for our trip to Tours. The above picture was taken after a day of rest at Carol and Laurent’s home as we prepared for the first day of our “Ride in Tours” motorcycle adventure. Laurent is on the right. Our friends Tulin and Dave are in the middle.
Before leaving Carol, Tulin and I enjoyed a day of shopping in old downtown Tours.
Carol made delicious meals for us. There is something about French fruits and vegetables that sets them apart. The above stuffed peppers and tomatoes were delicious.
Our first stop on the trip was at Camembert. You would think that a village with the reputation of making such a fine cheese would be large, but after wandering down narrow lanes we found the tiny community nestled in the hills. Although camembert had its origins here where it was made from unpasteurized cows milk, it is now made with pasteurized milk and is produced in several different places. We bought a wheel of cheese to enjoy with our evening bottle of wine.
Our first stop for the evening was in the coastal harbor of Honfleur. The Normandy architecture was evident along the narrow streets.
The harbor of Honfleur is a popular summer destination for Parisians because it is only an hour and a half away. Historically it had military significance as it protected the entrance of the Seine river from any enemies interested in attacking Paris. Aesthetically, it drew artists to its wonderful light and beautiful surroundings.
I could have spent days here wandering the streets and shopping in the small boutiques and brocantes. Maybe another time.
The visit to the American Cemetery on Omaha Beach was the highlight of our next day’s ride. The magnitude of the experience is hard to describe. Over 9,000 graves of our fallen soldiers line the ground overlooking the sea.
Laurent brought an American flag with him on his bike so that we could pose at the memorial with it. A European tourist said Thank You to us as he passed by. To this day, Americans are respected in Normandy. That is all for now.