The abbey rises above the sea.
On the causeway
The West Terrace was windy!
Views of the marshes from the West Terrace
The abbey church
Aspiring to the top of the spire
The cloisters
One of the lower halls
Madelyn spells her name the
right way, but this is close
enough for the photo
Torie balanced on the huge pillars
If there is a large fireplace,
the Bolgers have to pose in it.
A nearby island, as the water retreats at low tide.
Over my shoulder is the Atlantic.
From the ramparts looking up
Out on the mud flats. In a few
hours, they would drown at
this spot in the bay.
A good look from the mud flats up to the Abbey.
Mont Saint Michel rises like a dream across
the distant cornfields.
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