Normandy in Autumn : A Road Trip

I wish I could begin to describe to you how stunningly beautiful Normandy is.

Imagine, if you will:

It's autumn. The leaves are bright red and rusted orange and sunny yellow and still a bit green.

Rolling hills everywhere. Dramatic, ever-changing light beams through fog and rain and clouds.

Mist over the hills and over the trees. Fresh raindrops mix with the thick smell of leaves burning in the distance.

Yes, that's it. Normandy is: a field full of yellow flowers fading into a foggy horizon of grey-purple clouds streaked with pink, illuminating the sketched outlines of craggy trees clinging to the last bright leaves of autumn.

Now that you've imagined it,