Then a subway ride for only $1.30 Euro which is also very clean. It's prompt, people are polite, runs frequently, and is totally remote (no human operators).
I waited at the busy main train station one hour for the bus to Mont Saint Michel. A young man was waiting for a connection, too, but instead of playing with his IPhone like the other young folks, he sat at a piano and played songs by memory for about one-half hour. Click here to hear him play "Toccata in A" by Pietro Domenico Paradisi.
When the piano man left, I hurried across the street to the bus station (much nicer than Greyhound), and one hour later, I was at Mont Saint Michel. Unfortunately, it was foggy and cold, couldn't see anything! I blindly followed the arrow signs to Mont Saint Michel.
Then, a foggy bridge to the mountainous island. I figured soon enough I should see a huge mountain in the horizon. But no mountain.
This is the only view that greeted me at the end of the bridge; not very impressive. Where's the abbey?
I entered the huge gate entrance (see below photo). That wooden door suspended on the ceiling is about ten inches thick. When it's cranked down in front of those iron gates, I don't think anyone could blast their way though that entrance.
The mountain of granite where Saint Michel sits was designed as a feudal society accessible by boat; the Abbey and monastery are at the top and the stores and homes (now also hotels and restaurants) are at the bottom of the mountain. It looks like this 3D depiction.
There are cobblestone alleys (red in photo above) that switchback their way to the top, and there are stone steps (depicted as white paths on the left side) that get you quickly to the abbey. I took the stone steps up, and took the switchback alleys down. These are views as I climbed all those stone steps.
I know I must be near the top, but why can't I see the abbey!? And then voila! there it is . . . it's still quite a ways up there.
At first, I was disappointed about the fog. But once inside this abbey, it was magnificent. I took too many photos, like a kid in a candy store. And since I can't bear to toss these awesome photos, I've decided to compile the photos in chronological order with the audio of the nuns' mass held while I was there.
Click here to begin the slideshow.
Travelers can stay here at hotels on the island, but the downside of staying here is no bellhop. You have to trudge your own luggage up all those steps. She was not a happy lady when I passed her going down.
The hotels have a lot of ambience of course.
Back at Rennes, I got to see Christmas lights.
It was still foggy, too.
Tomorrow I board a train for a little village and say Au'Voir to Rennes.