Our Hotel Room at the Mother Chicken (Mère Poulard) on Mont Saint Michel
Maureen says I’m abrasive. When you check into a hotel and you think you’ve paid for two beds and they give you one bed and you question that, well if that’s abrasive, I don’t know. And they tell you they “have a group”. And you tell them you booked the room 3 months ago. So they give you a room facing the bay instead of the garden as you requested.
Only it turns out that the bay view is a lot nicer than the garden. In fact, if you include the windows in the bathroom, you also have a view of the cliff with seagulls resting only feet away. In double fact, you have a front-row seat to all the comings and goings on this rock.
Late at Night
Arriving for Work
Inside the entrance as seen from our bathroom window.
Every night was full of wind. I could hear the gales keening through the crevices of the ancient edifice and I loved it. We kept the window open and were freezing in the morning but it was worth it. I hoped the gulls were all right out there.
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