I never know what is going to ignite my travel curiosity. It can be an article in a magazine, a documentary, or a discussion with a friend. In the case of Mont Saint Michel, it was the latter. Some years ago, I was lying on a massage table in Sarasota, Florida, as the therapist worked her magic on my sore muscles. Out of the blue, she began talking about her childhood in Normandy, France. She told me about a Medieval church, built on a rock, just off the coast of France. When the tide came in, water completely surrounded the tiny islet, but outgoing tides laid bare miles of sand. Her family would spend warm summer days romping on the sand beneath the fairytale castle. By the time I rolled off her table I was itching to know more, so she pulled up a photo of Mont Saint Michel on the Internet. I was hooked; someday I would have to see this amazing place.
When I finally decided to tour France, Mont Saint Michel was at the top of my list. I hopped on a train to Pontorson, where I was met by one of the owners of Au Bon Accueil Bed and Breakfast, a lovely old three-story stone house in the country. The owners, Jane and Paul, are Brits who relocated to France a couple of years ago to escape the rat race. Paul’s story is much like mine. He was the manager of a large grocery store, working horrendous hours and never spending time with his family. Paul’s moment of clarity came one Christmas day, when he received a phone call from the police that someone had broken into the store. At the end of the day Paul realized that his devotion to his employer was not reciprocated. His company didn’t care that he’d missed Christmas; they only cared about money and achieving goals. Not long afterward the couple decided to move to France and buy Au Bon Accueil.
Jane promptly made me feel welcome and showed me to a lovely room under the eaves on the third floor that had a nice view to the hills. After settling in I rejoined them in the dining room for a briefing on the area. My three day stay soon grew to four, and then to five, not only because there was a great deal to see and do in the area, but also because I connected so well with Jane and Paul. Once in a while, I meet people who are so warm and welcoming that they feel like extended family; that’s how Paul and Jane made me feel, so I took a much needed break from hurry-up traveling.
Early the next morning Paul drove me to Mont Saint Michel for the day. Our headlights barely pierced the thick fog shrouding the farmlands and old stone houses along the way. Halfway there, he detoured onto a narrow lane that wound up to the top of a hill. “If we’re lucky, we can get above the fog and see the spire of the abbey poking out the top of the fog bank,” he explained. Unfortunately, we were socked in so badly that the entire vista was a whiteout. Minutes later he deposited me at the foot of the causeway and I began the 30-minute walk in to the island. Halfway across, the fog finally began to dissipate. The fuzzy outline of the island slowly came into focus and then the abbey appeared. A brilliant sun quickly dissipated the remaining mist, leaving only an occasional wisp floating by. Within moments the granite ramparts turned golden and windows beneath the church spire reflected starbursts from the rising sun. I gasped in a lungful of icy air, as much for the stunning monument as for the crystal clear, icy blue skies. So far, I’d been tormented by rain nearly every day in France but on this day it seemed that the universe was going to reward me.
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Anxious to get to the higher reaches before the daily tour buses rolled in, I bypassed the souvenir shops and cafes at the foot of the rock and headed directly for the abbey. Once inside, I headed up the steep stone stairway leading to the interior of the church, stopping to examine architectural features whenever prompted by the site’s audio guide. Mont Saint Michel is believed to date back to the year 708, when the Bishop of Avranches built a sanctuary in honor of the Archangel Michael on the barren rock. The mount soon became a major pilgrimage site and a village grew up below its walls. In the 10th century, the Benedictines settled in the abbey and began construction of a Romanesque-style abbey church.
Though intended as a place of worship, the abbey saw several transformations through the centuries. During the Hundred Years War it was converted to a fortress; its impregnable ramparts allowed the French to thwart all English attacks, although the original Romanesque chancel at the top was destroyed. When peace finally came in the mid-fifteenth century, the monks resumed construction. A second great pillared crypt was constructed to better support the new church, which was rebuilt in flamboyant Gothic style and completed in 1521. More than two centuries later the French Revolution, which sought to banish religion from the country, confiscated the abbey and converted it to a prison until 1863. Abandoned, the monument languished until 1874, when powerful figures such as Victor Hugo began campaigning for the restoration of what was again being seen as a national treasure. “Mont-Saint-Michel comes into view like a sublime thing, a marvelous pyramid,” declared the famous novelist. It was subsequently named a historic monument by France and was listed as a UNESCO World Heritage Site in 1979.
Following my audio guide, I proceeded to the cloister, a grassy rectangular courtyard surrounded by covered walkways. Like the Benedictine monks that had come before me, I meandered down the cool dark passageways in silence, peering between polished marble support columns to the church spire high above. Perched on the very tip, a warlike visage of the archangel Michael held arms and scales that symbolized the fight against Protestant heresy.
Reluctantly, I left the sunny courtyard behind and stepped into the church just as a group of nuns in bleached white habits filed in for mid-day mass. With heads bowed they walked down the long aisle, formed a semi-circle around the altar, and began to sing. Their crystal clear voices reverberated off the high ceiling and limestone walls, sending shivers down my spine. Despite the chill inside the cavernous limestone church I couldn’t tear myself away. I pulled my coat close and settled on a hard bench, in absolute awe of the choir. The service concluded with an invitation to greet other members of the congregation but everyone seated around me had departed. As if sensing my aloneness, a priest strode down the aisle and stopped before me. A wide smile split his cherubic cheeks as he grasped my hands between his. “Bonjour, bienvenu!,” he said. “Merci,” I gratefully replied.
As if carried on the wings of angels, I floated through the rest of the self-guided tour, down the causeway, and later that evening, to the meeting point where Paul would pick me up. That utter sense of contentment stayed with me the rest of the night and through the next day. Even today, when I think of that heavenly choir I get goosebumps.
19 thoughts on “Like a Fairy Tale, Mont Saint Michel Abbey Emerges From the Mists Off the Coast of France”
Wow! Beautiful place to visit. I didn’t know that this kind of place still exist.
Glad you liked it, Ken 🙂
I was lucky enough to attend Mass here on Ash Wednesday 2013 high light of my visit to France
Hi Therese: The singing was magnificent, wasn’t it? The acoustics of the chapel were so amazing; sent tingles down my spine.
Barbara , you seem to be following almost the same path I did in exploring France 15 years ago. Paris, Versailles, Normandy and the D-Day beaches, then Mont St. Michel. One of the coolest places I’ve ever been to, your post and photos bring it back to me vividly here. That’s the one problem with France – if/when I ever get back, I’d love to re-visit many of these spots, but there are so many others I haven’t seen at all, it’s a good sort of dilemma to have I guess.
Hi Greg! I can totally relate. There are so many fabulous places in France. Even while I was there, I had a really tough time deciding where to go. As they say, so many places, so little time.
Love you first sentence Barbara. ” Never know what’s going to ignite my travel curiosity”
Nice post good writing!
Thank you David! I am my own worst critic, so it’s always nice to hear someone thinks my writing is good.
Looks so beautiful! Gotta add this on my list to visit in France.
What an incredible building. Just think how hard it must have been to construct! I remember seeing this on an old Lonely Planet/Globetrekker video years ago but I’d forgotten about it until just now. Will definitely add it to my list of spots to visit in France, hopefully a little later this year.
Hi Bethaney: It’s even more astounding when you realize that the granite used to construct the abbey was brought in from offshore islands, and this transport had to be times for times of high tide when the island was surrounded by water, as the sand flats when the tide goes out are full of quicksand!
what a gorgeous, incredible place (both the island, and your wonderful place to stay!)
How lovely! It does seem like out of a fairy tale. There are so many places in France that I still need to visit, it seems like you keep adding those to my list 🙂
Fabulous photos, Barb. One of my favorite childhood memories was watching the tide rush in at Le Mont Saint-Michel. On a return trip in 2011, I was so disappointed–there was no tide! So I went back again in 2012 and timed the visit around the full moon when the tide is highest. It wasn’t as amazing as I remembered–there is so much silt around the island due to the causeway–but they’re trying to fix it. Also, we didn’t have a beautiful blue sky. However, it is still an amazing place to visit.
Hi Lyn: Thankfully, they are making progress with the new dam, which will remove the silt from the bay and restore the island to the point where it will once again see the raging tides that are said to come in at a rate of 17 feet per second – faster than a galloping horse!
The one special place in France I’ve never visited due to mistiming tides. Your writings make me pine more for this magical castle.
Hi Mark: It’s definitely a site worth going out of your way to see, despite the millions of tourists that visit each year. But I was there off- season and it wasn’t to crowded. Hope you get to see it one day.