Hotel Restaurant des Isles
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We arrived in one piece and caught a taxi to the Hotel Savoy where Henry had a little nap and skipped dinner!
Tuesday dawned grey but not too bad, and several degrees cooler. We wandered into St Helier and looked around the shops and harbor area. The town itself was slightly disappointing, a mixture of french and milton keynes architecture, from quaint to functional reflecting a pragmatic approach ...
... to check out the nearest boulangerie for tomorrows croissant and the local supermarket where we bought a bargain bottle of gold medal winning wine for only £3.60 to toast our first night in France.....happy days!
The campsite is brilliant, we have a huge pitch with hedging on 3 sides for privacy, there is every amenity you could wish for including wifi and free use of the sauna, and all for only £12 per night!
... ham, cheese, onions, mushrooms, eggs, etc. Very tasty washed down with local 'cidre’.
We moved one mile down the road to the other campsite we had found, then spent most of the day cleaning the van and then ourselves. A month’s worth of dirt on the van takes some shifting. We are sort of in wind-down mode now as it is almost the end of the ...
... Josiah got to sound an actual WWII air raid siren, and he played 'The Final Countdown' on a piano that the Germans had in their command post. We saw murals on the walls of the German command post painted by German soldiers during the occupation. It's just hard to believe that these things happened where we were standing. And the beaches are just beaches, but I couldn't help but see scenes from Saving Private Ryan and imagine what happened there. There are ...
... There's no warmth. There's no sense of kinship between souls. It's empty. I think it's beyond safe to say that I prefer Southern American culture over French culture, at least in this area.
The glimmer of hope in all of this holiday doom and gloom was my birthday, which was celebrated warmly by my friends. I didn't care if they gave me presents, I didn't care that they made me dinner and a cake, bought me drinks, or danced to every single song in the discotheque that I ...