I have to apologize that the posts have not been as frequent as we would have liked. Between limited internet, our computer screwing up at the most in-opportune times, and my tech support snoring beside me when it happens, it’s been a tough go of it.
Our hotel in Bayeux is the Churchill hotel, and before I go any further I’m going to tell you about a “visitor” I had in the night. We went to bed, and Rick was very tired. He literally fell asleep before his head hit the pillow, and was as still as a manatee J. About 2 in the morning I woke up to shuffling between our legs at the end of the bed. At first I thought it was Rick moving his legs, but it was so bizarre. It was like when a dog goes to bed and moves the blankets around to just the right spot. After it was over, I used my foot to see where Rick’s legs were, and they were literally at the edge of the other side of the bed. So clearly it wasn’t him. It happened again a few hours later, exactly the same way. I checked with the kids to make sure everything was OK with the dogs the next morning, and all was right. So that was my visitor in the night.
On to Juno Beach. We spent 2 nights in Bayeux because we planned a day for the Canadian Museum at Juno Beach. We are lucky enough to arrive just in time to catch the tour that will explain all the happenings of that day. Our guide is a young Canadian girl who has graduated with a history degree, and is also fluent in French. She explains in French and English, D-Day for Canadian soldiers. The group is from various places in Europe, and the other half Canadians, all with tracings back to Manitoba.
Juno Beach is a place every Canadian who comes to France should pay a visit. The tour is a must. When you can listen to a person telling and showing you where our troops were dropped off, the distance they travelled to the beach, the obstacles they faced to get there, the fear they must have had it’s an incredibly humbling and moving experience. Because our son-in-law Matt is in the Air Force, and has our Chelsie and Madelynn and soon another precious little one at home, the reality of their sacrifice really hits you. Thanks kids, for making us very proud Canadians. Love you so much!
This little market has everything and is so perfectly kept. I could shop here everyday. 
Organic bread 
A chair for little Madelynn. 
Breakfast, croissants and cafe au lait. I have been drinking tea again this trip because the coffee is soooooo strong. 
Sweet treats at la Patisserie. 
Rolling baskets for the market approx. 100 euros 
The harbour in Honfleur. We stopped here for lunch on our way to Bayeux. 
Pot of moule a marinere, or a pot of mussels in wine. I’ve never had such good mussels before. 
Our hotel in Bayeux. 
In front of her room. They were given an upgraded room because of the wheelchair. Such a lovely people working here. 
We brought back dinner. We had a 3 different terrines with salmon, haddock, and herring, and also a duck terrine. And of course a baguette with cheese. Delicious. 
The Juno Beach museum. 
Heading down into the German bunker where they would watch the water for invasions. 
I have no idea what this is, and Rick’s not here to tell me. I just know it’s in the bunker. 
The heater for the bunker. The Germans did 24 hour shifts. 
The door and entrance leading in. 
The top of the bunker, which has sunk into the ground, but was orginally 10 feet higher. 
Barricades that were scattered on the beach and in the water to prevent boats landing and were designed so no man could hide behind it. 
D-Day beach. The tide is in right now, but she showed where the tide was when they landed. It was quite a distance for them to travel to even reach the beach. 
Air Force uniform, for my fabulous son-in-law. 
The accessory of choice in France, the baguette. Everybody carries one. 
Clearly Carla 