And I managed to drive on the wrong side of the road without a problem. In our 14 hours-or-so in the country, we fitted in quite a lot: drove along the coast above the Juno and Gold beaches, then inland to Bayeux, to the cathedral and that rather famous cartoon strip:
Picnic lunch overlooking Arromanches (although the sea mist was dense so visibility was poor) before heading to the Caen Memorial Museum, a military history museum charting (it says) the twentieth century. In fact, it concentrates much more on the 30s and 40s, with exhibits on Vichy France, the Battle of Britain, and the effect on ordinary lives across Western Europe. Impressive was its relative impartiality: a fair amount of attention was given to the German experience of war, reflective of the era in which the Museum was built.
There was also a piece of the wreckage of the twin towers, symbolosing the changing face of war. To be honest, the museum was very well organised/themed in telling a "story" for about half of the exhibits, and then lost the plot a little. Or maybe it just wasn't structured enough once your brain has been absorbing thigns for two hours. Still, worth a visit and with a lovely green area with which to lie around in the sun before the trip to the supermarket, dinner in Caen, and the ferry home, getting up from our very comfortable cabins just in time to see the sun peeping through the clouds.
Mr Ferijen's ankle hurt very much, but he put on his brave soldier face and seems quite a bit better now.
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