Arriving later in the afternoon at our gite in Courseulles sur mer it just left the Friday big shop and the day was complete.
Todays ride was south along the DDay beaches was actually quite poignant. Difficult to comprehend the atrocities that were encountered on the beaches with regular reminders by way of memorials of respect to the fallen from combined allied forces from all over the world. We rode along the whole coast to Ouistreham.
A leisurely lunch was a big pot of Ouistreham mussels et vin before heading down to view the famous Pegasus bridge. Here we had a short trip in a yellow submarine to have a quick look at the Titanic that was sunk by the Germans just off the coast of France. Thankfully, we survived and headed back for a well earned 🍺.
France Gall livens up a Saturday night with a jaunty little infectious ditty that I have loved since I first heard it in 1964.
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