As Mont-St-Michel groaned, lurched and came to a final halt as we docked in Caen, car engines all around me on the upper-deck fired up. To say I was terrified of driving abroad for the first time would be a gross understatement. My heart started palpitating and knuckles turned a ghoulish shade of white as I gripped the steering wheel of Clarice – my little Clio or noble steed as I see her! Continue reading “Normandy, Calvados”
Normandy, Calvados
A little Tasty 