Juno

To June 24th

It’s Sunday which in France means that just about everything closes down for the day. In particular, all the grocery shops shut. It’s difficult enough getting fresh fruit and veg, but on a Sunday you’d be more likely to come across the Lochness monster riding a unicorn. (Tricky, as I think about it, because the Lochness monster doesn’t have hands to hold the reins. At least, the one I saw didn’t. Doh, what a giveaway.)

Still cycling along the Normandy landing beaches. Now at Juno Beach, site of the Canadian landings.

M flying her flags from her bike.

Canadian Juno beach museum. Like the others we’ve visited, very well presented.

2nd hand book sale outside the Juno Beach Centre. Very quaint!

Our B&B. (We met an English woman whose father landed on Juno with the Canadians. He was hit by a sniper bullet right through his hand.) This morning our B&B host told us that the place we are staying was occupied by a German sniper, and was cleared out by Canadian troops. Hence the large maple leaf flag.

The speck in the distance is M swimming on Juno beach. Couple more steps and she’ll be on the Isle of Wight.

Cemetery of the Canadian fallen from the Normandy campaign.

Looking down. (M has a long camera arm.)

“Hello in there…in there…in there…”