Normandy: Another Look

A few years ago, I wrote about my first visit to Normandy, and you can read about it here and here. Since then, I’ve returned several times. Each time, the place impresses me with its moving images and museums, and its stunning landscapes. The above photos were taken at Arromanches-les-Bains; it’s a relatively new memorial to the Allied military men who risked everything to liberate the area in 1944. Made of steel, each image fades out, an apparent acknowledgement that so many lost their lives there. 

The statue pictured at left also stands at the same site, a memorial to the men who have returned to commemorate the day and the battle buddies they lost during those difficult days and in the years since. The old man’s face tells the story of the lives he’s lived, with its joys and sorrows. He contemplates the statues above. Below him you can see the wreath of poppies from the 75th Anniversary celebrations that took place last June. Most of the veterans of that longest day are gone now, but the region makes sure they are never forgotten. 

 

 

Arromanches-les-Bains is where you can visit the 360° Cinema that impressed me so much the first time I went. Since then, the film has changed. It is still very good and extremely worth a visit. The film is shown on nine screens and the images are raw and often wrenching. It shows the landing and some other footage, and for better or worse, doesn’t subject us to the worst of the day and those following. See a clip here. A bit of the old film and an introduction to the theater are here.

The area remains one of my favorite places in the world, largely because the memory of the locals is long, at least for now, and I am so proud to be an American when I visit there. It also boasts fantastic beaches. And just to the south, Mont Saint Michel rises out of the bay like an eternal guardian of the sea, the sun often reflecting off the statue of Saint Michael at the top. 

 

A little further south, Bretagne, Brittany in English, with its rugged coastline and funny hats welcomes visitors with almost as much friendliness as Normandy does. Cancale village remains colorful and relatively quiet, with great restaurants, fun shops and a peaceful bay with fishing and pleasure boats a-plenty. Eye candy indeed.

I again took advantage of Saint Malo. I love a walled city, you know. And I recently read All the Light We Cannot See by Anthony Doerr. Takes place in Saint Malo during World War II, and definitely one of my favorite reads. I highly recommend it, especially if you are traveling to Saint Malo sometime soon, or if you are interested in World War II. Unfortunately most of the walled city had to be rebuilt after taking heavy Allied bombardment to root out and drive back the many Nazi forces that had taken it. Nevertheless, it retains much of its charm. 

 
I can heartily recommend these two hotels, one in Saint Malo and the other in Courseulles-sur-Mer, at Juno Beach, where the Canadian forces landed on D-Day. Both offer great locations and comfortable beds in clean rooms. If you decide to stay in Cancale, look for a hotel or B&B in Cancale Village, as it is charming with a small-town feel. Cancale is a city and not nearly as charming.

I also recommend this old movie, The Longest Day, for its depiction of June 6, 1944. Chock-full of stars like John Wayne, Red Buttons (as John Steele, who I wrote about in the blog post referenced in the introduction), Richard Burton, Robert Mitchum, Henry Fonda, and a short scene with a very young Sean Connery, the film is realistic for its time and extremely well-acted, as you might expect. You see the Mulberry Harbors, the parachutists landing at Sainte-Mère-Eglise, and the Nazi mistakes that helped make the landing a success. It isn’t 100% true to facts, but they did a decent job.

Hope to see you next time I’m in Normandy or Bretagne, because there is no doubt I will return, if God allows.

The Wobbly Waitress

Recently revisited Normandy and as this is one of my favorite posts, I’m sharing it again. New post coming soon.

Americana en Europa

Betsy, my little Chihuahua-Pekingese mix, and I stopped in Caen on our way through Normandy, France to see the D-Day beaches and some of the related WWII museums. It was the first stop on our Spring Break trip. I chose, rather unfortunately, to leave right after church on Easter Sunday. Now Sunday is bad enough in Europe on a good day; relatively NOTHING is open, rarely even restaurants. We arrived in Caen at about 7:00 p.m. and checked into the cute (and cheap — but comfortable) little Caen Bellevue Hotel on Avenue Henri Chéron. I was quite taken with the room, and the proprietor was charming, in a shy, unassuming way. We were hungry, Betsy and I, so we asked the owner for a recommendation.

“Oh, Madame,” he said, in his funny Norman French, “I will see if the restaurants nearby are open.” He proceeded to make two phone calls…

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A Light Rail Mini-Adventure

A couple of weeks ago, on one of the first truly summery days of the year, a friend and I headed toward the Ardennes and an experience we were both looking forward to: les Draisines de la Molignée.

Draisines are light rail cars that are human energy powered, usually like a bicycle. The Draisines of the Molignée travel back and forth on six, eight, and fourteen kilometer journeys through a verdant region of Belgium near the National Park of the Ardennes. If you choose the six or the fourteen kilometer journey, you will take your midpoint respite at the Maredsous Abbey, where you can take a tour of the Abbey’s brewery and cheesemaking facility, and of course enjoy the fruits of those labors.

Photos by Anna Amato 

We decided to take the eight kilometer journey, both having visited the Abbey, and as we bought our tickets (they are super affordable at 18 euros per two way journey for up to four people), the seller told us that we could continue on to the Abbey if we wanted to when we reached our turn-around point; in other words we could buy the next trajectory at the turn around point and simply continue on. We asked him how hard the journey was and were assured that it was not difficult but the return journey was even easier.

As we pedaled out, we went mostly through woods so there wasn’t a lot of great scenery, but it was peaceful and fun and definitely not difficult. We stopped to snap a photo of the ruin of the Chateau Fort du Montaigle looking down on us. As we gently pedaled our way along, a trio of speedy youngsters caught up with us. They were kind of tailgating us and making us feel a little pressured to speed up, which we definitely did not want to do, so we stopped and offered to trade cars with them. Happily they took us up on the offer, and we watched them speed off ahead of us as we leisurely followed behind at our preferred pace.

The ruined castle, and the view on the way back.

At the halfway point, we dismounted and headed for the snackbar. We bought a beer, a water and a little bag of chips and watched one of the workers turn the cars around on the rails, which he did by hand because there were only a few to deal with. There is a machine that does this much faster when needed.

After thirty minutes or so, we headed back. The vendor didn’t lie; the return trip was so much easier that we barely pedaled at all. It is apparently a very light grade, imperceptible on the trip up, but super easy on the way back. We had a bit of fun with that, as you can see here.

This is a highly recommended outing. Pet friendly, too, so you can take your furry friend along for the ride. Grandpa and grandma or tiny toddlers will also enjoy the fun because there is two-person seating between the pedalers’ seats! And it really isn’t difficult at all. The Abbey of Maredsous is another recommended stop: great beer, and an even better tour.

Click for a video taken on the journey!

Click to find out more about the Draisines!

 

Culloden and the Bonnie Prince

Lately everyone knows the song linked here.

It’s called The Skye Boat Song, revised and shortened so as to be an appropriate theme for the runaway hit show Outlander, of which I am an admitted fan, largely because James Fraser is “The Perfect Man”. Ruddy and kilted and educated and strong and… ahem. I digress.

Yes, the song has been revised and shortened from its original form. Revised, you say? Yes, because the original was written by Robert Lewis Stevenson and goes like this: “Sing me a song of a lad that is gone…” If you also are an Outlander fan, you know the song sings of a “lass,” rather than a lad. Read the full poem below but I warn you, it is heart-rending and infuriating. Why, you ask? I will try to answer that question and a few other “why’s” in the few short paragraphs that follow.

First of all, why is it about a lad, not a lass? Because the lad was Bonnie Prince Charlie Stuart, the Would-Be Scottish monarch, who in the vain hope of becoming the Catholic king for all of England, led his Jacobite followers to spill their blood on Culloden Moor in 1746. 1500 lost lives, 1000 of them fighting on the side of the Jacobites, all for the Bonnie Prince who wasn’t worth a gram of the lavender that covers the beautiful moors of Scotland. Pardon me if you are one of the thousands of people who admire him; I don’t share that view, and you shouldn’t either! If you watch Outlander, the portrayal of the young Pretender is spot on in terms of historical records, in spite of the mythic admiration that persists for the man.

Why, then, is the legend that surrounds the Bonnie Prince wrong? Born in Rome to a family in exile, he was brought up in ways that are anything but Scottish, and possessed none of the Highland fortitude that marked those who would die for him twenty-six years later. He was known to take to his bed sick when he didn’t get his way, even as an adult! In spite of a highly cultured upbringing and known talents for music and art, some historical accounts reveal him as a spoiled brat who later in life became a drunken wife-beater with multiple mistresses, although the account I read was of a book from the publishing house of the (Protestant) Church of Scotland and thus, perhaps stained by a certain bias.

Nevertheless, it is certain that the Young Pretender to the throne led a small army of malnourished and poorly equipped men against an army of well-fed and heavily-equipped professional soldiers in an ill-timed battle for a throne he may have been entitled to, but for which he wasn’t destined, nor which he deserved, in spite of his birthright. Why did he do it? Against the advice of all his military advisors, he went ahead to battle. Whatever possessed him to think he could win?

Young Charlie, bonnie as he was, wasn’t apparently very clever. Or maybe his pride overcame his intellect. In any event, he refused to concede even when he was advised, again and again, that his men were hungry and exhausted and needed to restore themselves; many, in fact, had already returned home for a needed break, knowing it was an unwinnable battle. The Outlander writers didn’t show this as strongly as they should have, in my opinion. Why not? I’m glad you asked…

First, promised supplies had not been delivered. Although the army possessed sufficient and advanced weaponry, much of it was still in Inverness. Further, needed support from the French had been intercepted and never arrived, devastating the Jacobites. The soldiers were weakened by cold, wet weather and by hunger. Even without Claire’s foreknowledge of the future, the prince’s able military advisors warned him to turn the army back and regroup. When the prince refused to heed this advice, the leaders of the battle groups decided to try to surprise the redcoats as they slept. For whatever reason, they miscalculated the time it would take them to arrive, and when they realized they were not going to make it to the British campsite before morning’s light, they turned back, hoping to rest and take whatever meager nourishment they possessed before the battle. Instead, the Young Pretender’s exhausted army faced the rested, advancing English, after having hiked 20 miles the night before and not having eaten in at least two days.

The ensuing battle cost the lives of over a thousand men, and as a result, the Bonnie Prince spent five months on the run, a hunted man, trying to escape certain hanging at the hands of the British government. And that leads us to my final why: Why is the Stevenson poem both sad and maddening?

The poem is the story of the Bonnie Prince’s escape to Skye, a fleeing figure whose legacy was not one of royalty but rather of ruin. Ruined lives, false hopes, families whose fathers and brothers and sons were lost. More poignant and stirring than the poem are the quotes at the museum at Culloden, which I visited a few weeks ago, just before the 272^nd anniversary of the battle.

Displayed at Culloden.

The museum is a moving timeline seen through the eyes of the British and the Scots, and it is rich in artifacts, media, and history. I had wanted to visit more for the battlefield itself, where the many bodies are interred, but the museum inspired me as well. My traveling companion had warned me that it was probably “just a field,” but I had seen a video about the site and was certain it was more than that. Obviously it was much more. I shot this video while there. Turn up the sound, as I was trying to be quietly respectful of the site.

Sing me a Song of a Lad that is Gone
by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON

Sing me a song of a lad that is gone,
Say, could that lad be I?
Merry of soul he sailed on a day
Over the sea to Skye.

Mull was astern, Rum on the port,
Eigg on the starboard bow;
Glory of youth glowed in his soul;
Where is that glory now?

Sing me a song of a lad that is gone,
Say, could that lad be I?
Merry of soul he sailed on a day
Over the sea to Skye.

Give me again all that was there,
Give me the sun that shone!
Give me the eyes, give me the soul,
Give me the lad that’s gone!

Sing me a song of a lad that is gone,
Say, could that lad be I?
Merry of soul he sailed on a day
Over the sea to Skye.

Billow and breeze, islands and seas,
Mountains of rain and sun,
All that was good, all that was fair,
All that was me is gone.

References:

The most important reference was the museum itself; by all means visit if you can.  https://www.nts.org.uk/visit/places/culloden

Online sources:

http://www.oxforddnb.com/view/10.1093/ref:odnb/9780198614128.001.0001/odnb-9780198614128-e-5145

http://nationalarchives.gov.uk/documents/education/timeline-final.pdf

https://www.scotsman.com/lifestyle/bonnie-prince-charlie-was-drink-soaked-brute-1-3351662

https://www.scotsman.com/news/culloden-moor-april-16-1746-the-worst-place-on-earth-1-4420543

https://www.nts.org.uk/stories/jacobite-stories-the-battle-of-culloden

Scotland

I’ve a recent trip to Scotland that I am just itching to write about. I don’t yet know where to begin. Scotland pulls at my soul like a dream that I can’t quite remember but that keeps making itself known somehow. I can’t explain it.

For now I leave you with a few photos. More to come along with some details, maybe a little at a time. Here you have Loch Lomond, Loch Linnhe, Glencoe, and Eilean Donan, each in its own right worth a trip to Western Scotland!

Clockwise from top left: Glencoe, Loch Linnhe, the flag at Eilean Donan, Loch Lomond and Eilean Donan Castle.

See you here in a few days with more about the bonny land of lochs. 

A Castle, a Church, and a bit of Rain

A thirteenth century church, an equally ancient castle ruin, miles and miles of green pastureland outlined by ancient stone walls and worse weather than Belgium can only describe one place I know of: England’s spectacular Lakes District just south of Scotland. I spent a few days with friends there recently; there is a lot to love about the Lakes District. Except the weather.

Did I mention the weather? Here is a snippet of a conversation heard a few days before my return home to relatively-sunny-Belgium:
“So, did you see the sun break through yesterday?”
“What sun?”
“‘Twas about three in the afternoon, I think it was. ‘Bout five minutes. I put on me shorts.”
Not a lot of exaggeration, really. Maybe a little. About the shorts, probably.

Nevertheless, the wet weather makes for some very green countryside and early daffodils. And lambs. It was lambing time. If you read my other blog, What Living Feels Like, you know I’m vegetarian, and lambs are way too cute to eat even if I weren’t. Did you know lambs are often born in pairs? Twice the cuteness!

Honestly, is there anything cuter than a lamb? Well, yes, twin lambs butting heads!

The fifteenth century church is called Holy Trinity. It boasts an unusually wide nave, one of the widest in all of England, and it is very impressive both from the exterior and interior. It sits beside the Kent River on a very picturesque parcel of land called Kirkland, naturally. While it began as a Catholic Church in the thirteenth century, it is no longer. As you probably know, Henry VIII took over all the country’s churches and now it is part of the Church of England, and so of course, is Anglican.

From across the Kent River

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Parr family, from whom came Catherine, the last wife of aforementioned Henry VIII, was pivotal in the community during the Church’s early life. Thus there is a Parr Chapel in the church. Some of the Parr family is said to be buried in the church, as was the custom in those days. In fact a lot of the burials are very interesting, dating from hundreds of years ago. Sometimes you can even read about the life of the deceased person.

I was especially taken with some of these rememberances. One tells the sorrowful story of a young and highly respected lawyer’s demise; he left a disconsolate widow and six children, the second oldest of whom lost her life only a year later. The image of the memorial is below.

Did you know that many Anglican churches have angels flying around them? Beautiful, painted angels adorn the ceiling. They are all different! You also know I’m a fan of stained glass, and some of the windows here are worthy of a glance or two.

If you visit, there will likely be a nice lady who will greet you and give you a flyer in your choice of one of a number of different languages. Be nice to her; her day can be very monotonous. Here’s a challenge: make her laugh once.

Kendal Castle occupies an imposing position on the highest point overlooking the town. There isn’t much left of it, but what remains is fascinating and getting there makes for an interesting and mildly challenging walk from the town. The ruins date from the 1200’s and belonged to the Barons of Kendal: the Parr family. They actually lived in the castle, along with a lot of other people who helped make their day-to-day lives easier. I suspect the lives of all were pretty difficult, as life in the Middle Ages was for everyone.

The site has been thoroughly studied and there are well-done signs here and there that explain the different parts of the remains as well as what once stood in different spots. You can easily see parts of a fireplace and a “garderobe”‘ which includes the Middle Age’s answer to a toilet: a hole in the floor that opened to the moat below.

Garderobe area, with the iron door marking the toilet room, and to the right the fireplace.

Probably the most interesting for me was the location of the apparently original well that supplied the site with water. I love imagining the people digging that well with their primitive tools, and the excitement when they found water and knew the hardest part of the chore was done.

Well in the foreground

You can walk all the way around the castle site, as well as inside the courtyard and the castle remains. The views from all around are stunning. You can see into Kendal from one side and into the countryside from the other. The surrounding trees are home to quite a lot of birds, and your walk will reward you with birdsong. Do be careful, though, as the ground can be quite spongy and you’re liable to end up at least once on your backside in the wet grass, as I might’ve done. I’m not saying I did or I didn’t. But I might’ve done. Wink-nod-eye roll.

Kendal proper is a mostly modern small city with nice amenities. My friends attend concerts, swim, walk, shop, go to church, the doctor and really everything else they might want to do as a retired international couple (he English, she American) without leaving the town limits. Kendal is a welcoming place to make a home, especially if you don’t mind the sparce sunshine. As a tourist destination, nothing special except as a gateway to the Lakes. If you want to read more about this beautiful area and see some photos of the lovely lakes, check out the post I wrote a few years ago.

 

Seneffe Chateau and Gardens

What has labyrinthine gardens, trompe-l’oeil floors, a multi-media show, spicy hot chocolate, and some rather racy art pieces? Seneffe Chateau and gardens in the heart of Walloon Belgium.

It was a rainy day and we were looking for something to do. We had hoped to walk the gardens but it was too muddy after too many days of wet weather. So we settled on the château. Beautiful from the outside, inside is in such great shape that they make you wear very odd over-shoes.

The trompe-l’oeil floors are a big part of the reason for this. They are fantastic.

The lovely little café sells teas, coffee, a few little cakes (the one I tasted was nice and moist) and the most fantastic hot chocolate with a bite. It is flavored with a hot chili called piri piri. Even better? The server was dressed in an 18^th century gown complete with period hair and makeup.

The current exposition inside the château is called Curiosity in the 18^th Century. Meant to show how the 18^th Century was marked by inquisitiveness, it includes art from all over the world and a video of the debut of electricity during that time frame. To be honest, it wasn’t what I love about visiting châteaux, but there were some interesting moments. And some rather odd ones, like the pair of glass penises. I may be a woman of a certain age, but I dunno, glass phalli aren’t so much in my frame of reference. I kind of was so, er… surpised! by them that I forgot to photograph them. Probably for the best. I can tell you that one was clear glass and the other was a kind of ceramic.

There’s a crazy beautiful bathtub on display, and a well-appointed 18th century bedroom. The fantastic period clothing is actually touchable. The chandeliers and ceiling medallions are impressive, in almost every room, and some of the wallpaper is over the top. The stairway begs you to walk down it gracefully (a gift I’m not blessed with). There are way more silver hot chocolate carafes than any one château needs.

The grounds are free access and have lovely walking trails both in the sunshine (when there is sunshine in Belgium) and in the trees. And later in spring there will be flowers, and so the gardens will be lovely to walk. I actually wrote about the gardens here. 

Click for Seneffe Chateau and gardens site.

It’s a recommendable visit, not long, but go when you want to walk the gardens, and remember, those are free.

I wrote about another great Belgian château here. 

Thanks for reading. Leave a comment. See you in (not-so) sunny Belgium.