As soon as we arrived in Grandcamp Maisy we felt at home. We had stopped in Le Cambe at a wonderful shop run by a charming lady and picked up the essentials of life: bread, butter, pate, soft cheeese, Camembert, some peaches and twelve bottles of Kronenbourg. When we got to the Gite the sun was strong even though the hour was late and everyone had a beer and almost everyone slept.
Thanks again to Marc Chaperon at Les Pieris in Grandcamp Maisy for his unlimited hospitality and advice. He was a trip saver before we left and continued to be throughout. Robert Keck, the Pennsylvania farmer and former 83rd Infantryman, enjoyed trading notes on Marc's collection of chickens, turkeys and sheep. This was a big part of the experience.
Every morning we left the cottage early and came in late and Marc had made the beds and made sure that everything was ready for us when we came "home", and after a couple of days it really felt like home. We all got accustomed to fresh air, open roads, green fields and a daily nap or two.
That pretty beach is the beach at Colleville-Sur-Mer, known now to us as Omaha Beach. Dad arrived in Normandy very close to that spot on June 24, 1944.
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