120. Journey's destination

They chose the coastal road. It was longer, but they had the opportunity to admire the typical, local Normandy landscapes. Just after seven o’clock, they reached their destination.

“Here we are!” Jo was happy that she could stretch her legs out of the car.

“Where are we? Where is this wonderful Mont Saint Michel?” Mike began to grunt before he even got out of the car.

“Have mercy, man!” Patrick couldn’t calmly tolerate his harshness and comments anymore. He was glad that Jack and Matthew slept over the trip from the chateau, so he had to be quiet most of the route.

They were standing right in front of a big gate. Along the road, only weeds, tall hedges, and trees were visible. Jo was talking to someone on the phone in French.

After a while, the gate opened. As far as their eyes went, all they could see was a grove of huge trees.

"You can drive in and park the car, Pat. We'll go on our feet to ventilate and breathe in the fresh air.” As she said, she started walking down the road throu