In the early hours of June 6, 1944, a man knocked loudly on the door of Alexandre Renaud, Mayor of Sainte-Mère-Église. Since the town's occupation by the enemy in 1940 there had been a strict curfew. This late night visit could only mean an emergency.
The visitor explained rapidly that a house
Just off the D901, down a narrow road hugged by tall hedges, is a fairy mansion guarded by goblins who store their treasure in one of its corners. Or so the legend says.
The fairies and goblins have not been seen for some centuries, but it is well known that the
If you drove through Ducey a little over thirty years ago, the only memorable sight would be an abandoned distillery decaying on the corner of Rue du Gén Leclerc. Observant travellers may have noticed a high roof behind the crumbling buildings, but most people would have looked away.
Ducey knew a
Montmartin-sur-mer is the sort of town you don’t tell people about when you stay here on holiday. You may say you were in the Manche, not far from Coutances perhaps. Or up the coast from Granville. Because if you tell them about this sleepy, happily little town near miles of
Geoffroy d’Harcourt of Château de Saint-Sauveur-le-Vicomte, was born into a life of great privilege and great danger at the beginning of the 14th century.
With one leg damaged at birth he could not expect to be a knight, as a Harcourt his loyalty should never have been in question, but Geoffroy