What a beautiful and long trip at that time (it took all day) with the crossing of Paris by bus for the change from Gare de Lyon to Gare Saint – Lazare which will remain a wonderful memory and from time to time it was my uncle train driver on the Paris – Cherbourg line who took care of the last 200 kilometers before another of my uncles came to pick us up at Lisieux station in his Renault 4 L that I have never forgotten « and there began the two most magical months of each year of my childhood ».
When I grew up, I was interested in WW2 and the Battle of Normandy, June 6, 1944 is a day on the calendar for many but for me it’s something else.
On my own, I learned a lot about the D-Day landings and Operation OVERLORD, I visited a very large part of the sites of the Second World War, I discovered the most unusual ones to the most discreet but all marked by the events of the conflict.
Much older still, I made my daughter, born at the foot of the Pagnol hills, discover not only her origins but also the places and the history that accompanies them.
Life has made her love Normandy because today she lives there and takes my grandson there to tread the sand… To play it of course, he’s still small but we’ll tell him!
