Storming the beaches.

Trepidation rising with the approaching cliffs of Normandie.
First steps in France and reintroduced to my much loved French rail.
Along the allied trail to Carentan and a meeting with the indomitable Dominique.
An introduction to home for the next 3 weeks... in rapidly norman French.
Trepidation but a memory with the first bowl of homemade onion soup.
I remember this.

yes this is where I am living.