|Here is our intrepid cohort from the tour group getting ready to board the ferry from Portsmouth to the French coast. Our fearless leader Judy is making sure that we’re all here. No one has wandered off in search of Great Bustards. Sharon and Yang blush here.We leave Portsmouth behind.
A jaunty sailor, Yang on deck.
Our first glimpse of the D-Day beach after a bus trip from Caen.
Remains of German shore defenses.
A look toward the village. Imagine living there during one of the most savage amphibious assaults in WW II – or ever.
Pilgrims to history.
Re-enactors in the village. We were at the site only a few days before June 6th, so there were many people there who did historical re-enactment. We were even fortunate enough to see some men who had actually been at the landing. Yang and I have some pictures, but we didn’t want to post for fear of violating their privacy.
The American Cemetery
Monument to Victory
These are craters from the shelling.
The black sheep are there to keep the grass trimmed.
A thought-provoking juxtaposition of peacetime serenity with the gruesome brutality of war.
Memorial Sculpture on the beach. I was told they symbolize a striving upward, but I kept seeing the wooden crosses pointing upward on their sides, designed to rip the bottoms out of landing craft.
2 thoughts on “Sharon and Yang Go to Normandy – along with 39 or so other people on our tour”
Sharon, the photos of Normandy are incredible. It sounds like an amazing trip. Plus, the entire blog is extremely impressive and informative. Good job. You have talents I don’t possess. Thanks for sharing so much.
I’m so glad that you like the site. It was really fun to put together – once I figured out what I was doing. I always swore that I would never blog, but here I go. The trip was amazing! I give a huge amount of credit to Judy Jeon-Chapman at our school for connecting us with EF Tours. I’m going to add another blog on our trip to an arboretum in China. it turns out that Ning used to hang out here all the time when he was a kid. This is the place we saw “Satan’s Squirrels,” aka European Red Squirrels – although these were black. Go figure!