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Saturday, September 23, 2006

Day 12 - Mont St Michel

 

Great, now I'm lagging exactly 1 week behind time in my blog entries.

Located at the English Channel, we had to take a train to Rennes from Paris, and then a shuttle bus from the train station to this World Heritage Site. I've never heard of the term "world heritage site" previously, much less know of Mont St Michel's existence, until a few days before when a colleague who had been to Paris for training before me told me about it.

Such ignorance.

As the shuttle bus approached, about a few kilometres away, Mont St Michel revealed itself from behind the haze. I had thought it was a church from the introduction given me by my colleague, but it looked like a tremendous fortress built on ground that's isolated from the mainland during high tides. Actually, the place started out as a church and was used as a fortress during the Hundred Years War.

The temperature at the region was much colder than that of Paris. In fact, the moment I got out of the train station, I began to freeze. No idea of the drastic difference in temperature, yan-dao and I only brought along a jacket (good enough to fight against the cold of air-conditioning in Singapore only) each.

It was much colder at Mont St Michel, because the sea wind was very strong and it blew constantly. We only started feeling warm after climbing halfway up the colossal construction, though we became cold again after staying at the top to indulge in the breath-taking view surrounding the place.

For the journey back, we nearly missed the last shuttle bus departing for the train station, but we succeeded in missing our train back to Paris. What we didn't account for when we ate our dinner in Rennes (the closest city to Mont St Michel) was that Parisians don't regard speed as quality in service. They prefer to take things slowly and easy.

Our dinner consisting of a starter, main course and a dessert took about an hour to finish. We had thought that the half an hour of waiting for the train would be better spent on taking dinner. Guess not.

Fortunately we could take the next train back to Paris without paying any additional costs.

 

 

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