“I went on June 7, 1993, fifty years plus one day. There were a lot of people, but it was still accessible then.”
A good friend, who lost his Dad on D DAy on the beach. Was invited by a French cousin to visit on the 50 th anniversary.
He could speak French fairly well. He, his wife and his mother were treated like family by the French for several days.
There were a lot, and I mean a LOT, of signs in English that said, "Thanks to our liberators".