The bridge over the Orne, near my hotel |
First thing to be seen are those spires... |
I’d forgotten (or not noticed) all the quirky little details, and I need to go back digitally and remind myself. But here are a couple of my favourites – the charge of the Norman cavalry, with their archers shooting high above them, and the Saxon infantry standing in a square to defend themselves.
and then the battle, with horses and humans alike killing and being killed – and all the dead bodies into the border beneath the main panel
and then one that’s a photo of a for-sale replica – Harold is having a feast before he leaves for France, and the messenger comes to tell him the tide’s turning and they have to hurry – so they have to take their hose off to wade through the water to board. And of course they have to take their hawks and hounds with them!
I could easily spend too much in the gift store on the way out – but I have to keep telling myself that anything I buy, I have to carry! - so, no shopping...
From the Bayeux Tapestry, I walked up past the cathedral and along the Rue des Cordeliers – the Cordeliers was the name given to strict Franciscans who wore a knotted cord to belt their brown habit. This was an uphill pull, and I was pretty wiped by the time I arrived at the Museum of the Battle of Normandy. For a lot of people, a visit to Normandy is about a pilgrimage to the Beaches of D-Day – especially for Canadians, to Juno Beach. But that would take more time than I had, and this museum was my compromise.
Bayeux itself was pretty well untouched by the war, but having just come from Caen which was held by the Nazis for some time, I could see how vital it was to have control of that. And there were clear accounts of the devastating attack of the Allies on Caen, and the damage that was done – and even then, it was the Canadian troops who finally had to clear the enemy from the south bank. And the people of Caen were clearly not bitter about the destruction, but grateful to be liberated. Somehow in all that destruction, the Abbaye aux Hommes and the Abbaye aux Dames remained almost intact.
Hard to think about war on such a beautiful day – but there must have been beautiful June days in 1944. So many of those veterans gone now: “we will remember them”...
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Mum in ?1945 |
Back to Bayeux central (downhill this time) and took the chance to stop and have lunch at a little crêperie near the cathedral – a galette (savoury crêpe) with ham, cheese and egg, a dessert crêpe with apricot preserve, a glass of Normandy cider, and a cafe allongé which is basically an Americano. Yum!
The ceiling of the choir - with all the early bishops looking down |
I love the carvings – the Bayeux lovers from the nave
and the gargoyles outside to keep the water off the walls, and the bad spirits away!
A little gentle wandering then, a bit of quiet time in a park before I caught my train back to Caen.
Looks like better weather and some wonderful places to visit. I’m afraid I would be one of those that would pick the museums and beaches over the cathedrals though!
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