Mont-Saint-Michel

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Mont saint michel

The sunset that sets the shore aglow ; the rock that dates from the Palaeozoic era ; the granite silhouette sculpted out of the opaline light or the violet mist ; the four dangers of the bay with iridescent reflections ; the archangel Saint Michael, Satan's arch-enemy, who sparkles atop the proud spire ; the enclosure fortified because of the Hundred Years War ; the birth of the idea of nation ; the village of half-timbered houses and its friendly hustle and bustle ; the pilgrims, including kings, who flocked to it for centuries and now the millions of tourists at the third most visited site in France ; the powerful abbots of the Early Middle Ages and the building of the peerless Merveille ; the superb manuscripts produced by the scriptorium's talented monks ; the sand that pushes back the sea ; the vital works - allegedly astronomical - to remove sand ; the forlorn desert islet of Tombelaine ; the lurid image, not unmerited, of the « Bastille by the sea » prison ; the legendary Grand Degré staircases and their wide treads ; the various restorations, cheeky, wise, or respectful ; the efforts of the great Romantics to save from ruin a unique abbey in a unique setting : all this is the magic of the Acropolis of Christianity, the Heavenly Jerusalem, and much more ! The reality outshines the myth. Mont Saint Michel is made up of multiple layers of history and individual stories. A dream of eternity.

A symphony in stone

It was still the dawn of time, half a billion years ago. The youthful skin of Gaia, our not-yet-blue planet, rippled in the titanic continental drift, lands emerging from the convulsions inherited from Pangaea, then the primordial Gondwanaland. The fifteen or so tectonic plates (from the Greek tektonikos, pertaining to construction) began to waltz hesitantly around the globe. The perpetual jostling of clusters and distances continues to this day (the South-East Asian plates are still moving, up to 20 centimetres a year). Rough around the edges, Earth continues to sketch out its geography. In a time long past, Eurasia gave birth to Europe and all its Hercynian roots.

A little more subdued ten thousand years ago, Brittany was adorned with the horizontal vertigo of the bay of Mont Saint Michel, a unique glacis of 500 square kilometres of recent and sometimes dangerous sand : tangue (a Viking word).

The myriad Chausey Islands, with their precious quarries, and nearby Mont Dol stand guard over the legendary Mont Saint Michel. Around 800 AD, the incredible natural pyramid was chosen as the pedestal for the sanctuary of Saint Michael who, after defeating Lucifer, his arch-enemy, was promoted to the rank of commander of the celestial armies. Three kilometres away, in the relentlessly surging surf, sails the strange black granite boat that is Tombelaine. In the 1930s, the solitary islet, worthy of Faust, gave rise to a crackpot scheme for a classy and costly beach resort. The dreamer Arthur Rimbaud set his parodic poem « Venus Anadyomene » there.

Eight centuries of extraordinary architectural feats, hundreds of generations of miquelots (Michael pilgrims), and now floods of tourists from all over the world. Like Victor Hugo, they cannot get enough of the symphony in stone. The universal glory of Mont Saint Michel continues to grow and flourish : every year, it is that much more the Marvel of the West.