And my dreams come true...

Every year when we have been to France, either on the way to our destination, or on the way back I've looked longingly at Mont St Michael in the distance on the horizon. 

This year we decided that we would veer a little off-route and visit. 

To be fair, I was expecting a monastery on a island.  A little bit like a bigger Crammond Island, with inhabited buildings... the reality knocked me off my feet. 

Car parks, large enough to fill Wembley about 5 miles away from the Islet.  Buses running from the Tourist Centre, to the purpose built walkway.   

You climb off the bus, no waiting there are hundreds of buses running, and this amazing piece of architecture is sitting 390 yards away.  It is massive, absolutely massive.  Bigger than pictures or distant glimpses, can ever afford you. 

The walk towards it increases the size and the awe.   The board in the middle of the walk way announced in French and English to be prepared for the walkway to be under water by 9.30.   The gate into the Monastery gives no secrets away to what is hidden inside; a further archway and the secret of the City on the rock is unveiled. 

Oh my, oh my.  A little street, perhaps 20 ft wide is home to shops, restaurants, hotels, more shops, cafes; through another archway, and the street narrows to 15ft; more shops, more cafes, more picturesque  views, and photo opportunities.  Another archway, and 10 ft between the sides of the roads.  

The road curls round, and round, climbing the hill of the Abbey until you reach the ramparts, and the entrance to the Abbey itself. 

Hundreds of people,  of every race, and religion climbing together, Determined to take all of this amazing wonder in.  One more step, one more step.  

Beauty all around, and everyone but everyone eyes wide in admiration.  

Tooli has already decided this is the location for the Engagement, wedding and honeymoon.....