Decades later, in 2012, Stelios and I planned an extensive trip to France. We were to fly to Paris and then drive North to Normandy, then South to the Loire Valley, the Perigord Noire, and finally to Cannes and Monte Carlo.
Mont Saint Michel is a French island commune, and the seat of an 8th century Gothic Abbey dedicated to Saint Michael. It is a fortified with ramparts, and one of it's main features is the tides that go in and out at great height. When the tide is out it is possible to walk to the island across the flats that surround it. When the tides are in, then one is either trapped on the island or is in danger of drowning.
Monemvasia in the Greek Peloponnese, except it's smaller and there are no tides.
David Lebovitz's recent post about the isle.
Stelios and I, on the ramparts
View of the flats at low tide
Can you spot the horseback riders?
Inside the Abbey
Detail( I almost used this photograph in my book cover for my novel Archangel)
The tide is coming!!!!
Saint Michel, the Archangel
I have to share here that as a child I spent of a few years growing up in the shadow of the Church of Archangel Michael, in the now Turkish occupied city of Kerynia, in Cyprus. I played in the courtyard, worshiped in the churand after the Turkish invasion, it was one of the places where I found myself in my dreams. I was very moved when we came upon this depiction of Archangel Michael.
It was the trip of a lifetime and the trip to Mont Saint Michel was every bit as magical as I had imagined all those years staring at the photograph.