These pictures really speak for themselves, so I’ll keep this brief. Our visit to Mont St. Michel can be summarized as follows:
A glorious walk approaching the castle-like mammoth.
A sunny trek through Duloc to the top.
An oooh, ahhh at the ant people and oil-painting-esque views below.
The desperate scarfing down of a completely subpar (re: microwaved) crêpe.
Lesson learned: no wheel, no deal.