The plan of attack was to hit the long distance footpath, the GR 223, before lunch. If we could get out of Caen, the map promised us a glorious walk through the Normandy countryside.Â Even archivists sometimes have the need to shake the dust from their cardigans and get away from history. So much so, that I felt the ancient abbey marked in a field (doubtless a ruin) was not going to be worth a detour.
Although it was indeed in the middle of a field, the Abbaye dâ€™Ardenne was clearly not a ruin:
Maybe it was worth a detour after all. However, this being France, it was shut for lunch – Â for two hours. We wandered round the back, and came across a small rather gloomy garden, a place where something dreadful had happened, all the more shocking in such an unexpected setting. Continue reading »