We had a lot of problems finding the cottage because the village is so small it is on few maps and our GPS had no record of the street we needed to find. We finally cheated and used another street in Lison and that at least got us near to our destination. We did stop and knock on a couple's door - scaring them half to death. Trust me, people are just not out at night in the very rural part of Normandy. They did not speak a word of English and we were as pathetic in French, but with much pointing and the gentleman joining us in the road in the rain, he pointed us in the right direction.
He got a lovely bottle of 2006 Marguax for his efforts. We had managed to find a store with a lovely wine selection.
When we got to the cottage we entered the code into the lockbox only to find it empty - no key. The property manager would not answer his phone, so we turned around and checked into a hotel in Bayeux, the nearest town.
The next morning we met the property manager and moved into the cottage. Just as we were unloading our luggage, etc. our tour guide showed up. George had hired Ed Robinson to spend the day with us. He is a noted WWII tour guide and a very interesting guy. He is from Ireland, has traveled all over the world, speaks numerous languages, and loves military history. His only formal training was in ballistic forensics (we guessed he had been in the military at some point). We were expecting some old coot in his 60's at least. We were surprised at how young he is.
Ed Robinson |
A dummy hangs off the church. |
He was made an honorary citizen of St. Mar de l'Eglise and there is a pub named after him.
After the war the residents wanted to cover up and forget the battles that had been fought there so they plastered over all evidence of the fighting. Later they realized tourists would want to see bullet holes from the fighting, so they removed the plaster and now you can see pockmarks.
One of the chimneys that was restored, showing bullet holes. |
Not all remaining evidence was ever covered up.
Here is a rot-iron fence post showing where a bullet from a paratrooper, who was shooting at a German in the back yard of the home next to the church, struck while he was floating down over the town.
Before leaving we rushed into the church to take some shots before a baptism began.
The main alter |
St. Michael, patron saint of soldiers, shown with the military patches of those units in the invasion. |
Madonna of the Paratroopers |
Here are a couple of the shots I did take:
Cool bomber pilot jacket in the museum at l'Eglise |
George taking a shot of a memorial but, oh my, look at that sky! |
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