I tend to avoid the more touristy destinations when I’m travelling. I think to really get a feel for a place you have to be up for being a little more adventurous and ditch the maps and guidebooks. I’ve made some of my favourite memories just wandering through a new city and seeing what happens even if there end up being a few awkward language barriers to contend with.
Happily, Mont St Michel is one of the few exceptions to the rule. Even though it is jampacked with people I still found myself gobsmacked at the beauty of it all. It was one of those places where you never knew what was round the next corner whether that was a gorgeous little church tucked away or an art gallery. It is honestly somewhere I would love return to and just walk around with my camera and notebook being a tourist. But I fear my words can never do it justice so I’ll treat you to a few pictures (And trust me I have soooooo many more on my laptop).
This is the last of my posts about France and though I could’ve bored you for days about cheese and flowers and plans to buy a little cottage where I could spend my days writing (complete with a thousand and one photos), I restrained myself and limited it to three of my favourite places that I would wholeheartedly recommend! I hope you’ve enjoyed them!