I really can‘t do this topic justice in a couple of paragraphs. I need to go back to Normandy to stand in the fields of white crosses and visit some of the many museums dedicated to the Invasion and liberation in WW2.
Driving around the D roads, the backdrop of fields is occasionally interrupted by Villas and grand houses, sometimes appearing as if straight from the pages of a fairytale nestling among trees. Each imposing and individually charming, some half-timbered with high gables, towers with tall spire roofs or round stone towers and conical roofs they echo the dreamy spires and towers of the religious buildings.