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a gateway. I saw the tower of the old castle, which is the only part left of it. This is round, and it is in here that Joan d'Arc was imprisoned during her trial and until her death at the stake. We went to the market place and saw the tablets commemorating her memory and in the sidewalk near
is a square block of stone with a brass cross in its center which marks the place where she was burned. Her ashes were taken to the river and scattered to the winds. Now all is changed and her memory is held in reverence. Fresh flowers are constantly placed on the tablet by unknown friends.
From here we went to the cathedral and saw two magnificent sculptured marble tombs, one of Cardinal George of Amboise and the other erected by Diane de Poitiers to her husband, Louis de Breze.
There is a fine Palais de Justice in Rouen with a beautifully carved bay window in the center and winding stairs on either side, leading up to its main entrance. Rouen is noted for its apple candy, Normandy being an apple country and cider a national beverage. We left here about 11 A. M., motoring to Honfleur for luncheon at Hotel du Cheval Blanc (the white horse). Honfleur is a quaint little fishing village. The boats came in while we were here and we saw the fishwives and maidens going to buy their fish. They came back with the fish in their hands, some having only one, while others had as many as they could carry. We motored from here along the coast, the drive being most lovely. Passing through Trouville, one of the most fashionable watering places in France. There is a fine beach here. We saw the casino from the car, as we did not stop. Gaston used every endeavor to persuade us to stop, speaking of the fine beach and casino, but I was comfortable and decided not to motor on. We then found he wanted "essence" (gasoline) as it is called here, so he commenced looking and finally succeeded in finding it. We motored on through Deauville, this being the residence part of Trouville, and in season fine races are held here. We stopped at Cabourg for gouter at the Grand Hotel. It was beautiful in here and we listened to the charming music by a Hungarian band, while Gusty had tea and I had ice cream and cake.
We reached Caen about 6 P. M., found the town full of excitement, as an aviation meet was being held there. We drove direct out a long street to the grounds, going in, though it was almost closing time, it being Gusty's first view of a meet; also Gaston's. I had seen the meet at Pasadena, California, U. S. A., the year before. They were well prepared for this meet, the houses for the machines having oval roofs, and there was a long row of them. They were just completing the trial for a prize. Nearly eve one was leaving the grounds but we remained for the finish. It was conducted in the most orderly manner, the military having it in charge. Soldiers were posted at every square the entire length along the street. Over here soldiers are called on to serve in every capacity. I have seen them driving wagons through the streets, and they are always in charge of large gatherings. We left the grounds, going on to Hotel d'Angleterre, where we remained over night.
Saturday, July 30. We saw the churches erected by William the Conqueror and his wife, Queen Matilda, in expiation of their sin in marrying within the degree forbidden by the church. The churches are representative of the characteristics of each. The one built by the Conqueror being very large, plain and grand in every sense. That built by his wife is beautifully carved in lace work, small but very lovely and ladylike. We both preferred the strong and grand one, even though we thought the other most beautiful.
Gaston drove up to the old castle now used as barracks. No one is allowed up there and Gaston knew it, for he had been a soldier ; but when they called to him, he pretended he did not know and said he was going to ask. They laughed and said, “Well, you came, anyway.” We had a good view of the old castle by his audacity, which we could not have had otherwise.
Leaving Caen, we resumed our trip, going to Bayeux, stopping long enough to see the cathedral, one of the many to be found in Normandy.
At the back of some old houses stands a slender tower. In olden days when a death occurred in the town, a light was placed in this tower to tell people of it.
There are some fine old tapestries in a museum here, worked by Queen Matilda and her ladies. From here we came to St. Lo, where we stopped for luncheon at Hotel de l'Univers. We saw the Church of Notre Dame, which is noted for its outside pulpit. We motored on from here, passing through miles and miles of apple orchards on almost every road, the trees bordering the roads and their branches and leaves forming beautiful arches overhead. Every little while a heavy thud would come on our limousine top and I would be startled. Gusty would exclaim, “Never mind, Ontie, it is only an apple.” It was here we saw festoons of grapevines all heavily laden with clusters of grapes. Fruit is never stolen or molested by any one in this country, not even children. How different in our country! Even high fences or barred gates can not preserve the fruit from depredation.
We motored through Coutances, one of the larger towns, which has a fine cathedral (How strange!). When I saw it, I said to Gusta, “I draw the line on seeing another cathedral or church to-day. I am stuffed full!”
Gaston, of course, stopped in front of it, expecting we would get out. But when Gusty told him I would not, as I had seen enough, he looked so astonished and said, “Why, there is nothing else to see here.” Gusty, of course, got out to see it. I have yet to know of one cathedral or church she has missed.
We motored on through beautiful fields and farms, finally coming to Granville, where we stopped for gouter. Granville is one of the small watering places along the English Channel. We went to the casino and took a table on the long porch. They gamble here, and just before we left a boy went along the porch, ringing a bell to let them know it was time for the game to begin. He did this three times, and we could see they were beginning to assemble in the room. This casino is a quiet resort, women and children coming here for a few hours every afternoon.
MT. SAN MICHEL
We drove from here through a number of small villages, finally coming out along the coast and reaching Mt. San Michel, where we remained over night.
This is quite a high rock about a half-mile from the coast, it being connected with the mainland by a narrow strip that at high tide is covered. These high tides are not very frequent, occurring only four times during the year. It is then they come up the rock almost to the hotel door. We stopped at Hotel Poulard, which has quite a reputation for its fine meals, which I did not discover. It is built part way up the mount, the usual tide coming part way up to its