 Normandy: Musée du Débarquement |
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It's been a beautiful, beautiful, beautiful day. Sunny and blue skies and a constant cool breeze. We took the train from Paris to Bayeux. At the tour bus station there, we met an American couple just as confused as we were by the schedule and how to get where we needed to go, and we decided under my sister's bold tutelage to take a cab to the first stop on the tour list, the landing museum, that we'd missed by our arrival time, and then catch up with the bus tour there. So glad we did and that she figured out the not as confusing as we first thought schedule. At the Musée du Débarquement at Arromanches, we watched a thirteen-minute film about the building of the harbor, which, hello, I had never heard about in my entire life. It was all just sort of fascinating and ingenious and I couldn't believe how I had been so clueless as to never even contemplate how the troops had artillery and tanks and everything once they had stormed the beaches. Well, it's because these makeshift pieces of a harbor were being constructed out of metal and concrete, like, years in advance and were secretly hauled across the channel and old battleships were sunk and it was like they just built these sea walls and bridges and roads in the middle of the water and drove their tanks in on them. And it was just so interesting that all I could do was blink stupidly, first misunderstanding that they did all this BEFORE the invasion, and I was like, dude, clearly there is no way that this was a surprise landing? What? But then I realized that it happened in the days shortly thereafter because I am SMART. 
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