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.