Mont St. Michel is definitely worth a journey.
Somewhere up in the attic is our photo/scrapbook of our stay in France. We took pictures at every castle we visited, and there were plenty. But one of my favorite pictures wasn’t at a castle - - it’s a picture of me sitting on the bust of Jim Morrison’s head at his gravesite in Paris.
It was funny finding the grave. We got to the cemetery and I asked a guy at a guide stand where Jim Morrison’s grave was and he gave me a bored look and pointed. I looked over where he pointed and saw the word “Jim”, with an arrow graffittied on a big tombstone.
So I walked over and followed the arrow to another tombstone with “Jim” and an arrow pointing in another direction, and continued to follow the graffitti trail all the way to Morrison’s gravesite. His grave was in the middle of a thousand other graves.
When I got to the grave there was a group of four German kids drinking wine and eating sandwiches. I chatted them up and found they spoke English better than the English. Apparently, Jim’s grave is a popular party place. The mouth on Jim’s bust was blackened by kids sticking their joint roaches in it so Jim could take a hit.
That was in 1983 and I understand the bust has since been removed from the grave.