Several weeks ago my Italian and I decided to explore the coast of Normandy, beginning (with umbrellas) in Cherbourg. At the exact spot where the Titanic left port exactly 100 years prior.
Guided by a rainbow beneath a gray sky, our adventure began.
Alone on the open road, with only the cows to provide direction.
Until we reached a view that left us speechless.
Still without food and shelter we drove along many an empty street until we reached our gastronomic haven. Along with which came a place to call home, just for the night.
The charm of Auderville was undeniable as we drove all along the coast to Barneville.
We even stopped to visit the home of poet and screenwriter Jacques Prévert in Omonville-la-Petite.
What impressed me most of all were the landscapes.
One of the highest cliffs in Europe with views to eternity.
A terrain wild and uniquely beautiful. Reason enough to become lost in Normandy.