Today, we opened our eyes to this beaut…Mont St. Michel. This Benedictine Abbey (a prison at one time) sits on the northern coast of France on the English Channel. We were there during low tide, where the waves go out a full 9 miles before coming back in during high tide. It was a little chilly, but that made for some gorgeous blue skies. Our walk took us up, and up and up. I’m telling you, the stairmaster ain’t got nothing on the Mont. I seriously thought I might need an oxygen tank.
Believe it or not, this thing has been around (although it started out significantly smaller and was added to over the years) in the 6th century. Hello? That’s old. This is a little background on its beginnings:
“Before the construction of the first monastic establishment in the 8th century, the island was called Mont Tombe. According to legend, the archangel Michael appeared to St. Aubert, bishop of Avranches, in 708 and instructed him to build a church on the rocky islet. But Aubert repeatedly ignored the angel’s instruction until Michael burned a hole in the bishop’s skull with his finger. That did the trick. The dedication to St Michael occurred on October 16, 708.”