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Legend has it that the Archangel Michael instructed a 8th century bishop to build Mont-St-Michel (above). His acolyte, Bishop Aubert (later St. Aubert) ignored Michael several times, until the angel burned a hole is his skull with a finger. Message: don’t mess with the God’s handmaiden or he’ll mess you up.
The Abbey was later used as a prison.
I HAVE TOTALLY BEEN THERE. It's beautiful. At high tide, the mountain cannot be reached by land. People who park their cars on that strip there and forget about them get to watch their car float away.
Dear Travel Diary,
Today at Mont St. Michel a seagull grabbed a pepperoni off my bread-with-ketchup-on-it that they call pizza. I guess he was tired of all the mussels. I took a picture of the him because he was all, 'I run this joint beeotch.' Then I bought a seashell necklace and paid a lady with no teeth a few francs to take a piss. That St. Michel is one crazy bugger!
Til next time,
Sister Ekaterina of Lake Sidney Lanier