Is there any place more surreal? It's hard to put one's finger on exactly what, but everything from the surrounding grasslands and the tidal plain, to the sharp rise of the hill called by the sheer walls at the city's base, the village and finally the abbey itself with its majestic spire. It all feels like it's pulled from faërie into our world.
Yes, I was quite taken by it.
While Mont St. Michel is technically in Normandy, and thus outside our self-defined 'tour of Brittany', it was ceded by the Franks to the Bretons in the Treaty of Compiègne in 867. It remained part of Brittany for sixty-six years before William Longswords of Normandy took control of the region. So I figure it counts! (More seriously, there's no way I'm going to be staying an hour and not go).
The story of the Archangel Michael pressing a hole in St. Aubert's skull because he didn't listen to the first two requests to build an oratory on the hill is classic. After that, he listened. The oratory was started soon after in 708 AD. While there were previous sacred sites present on the mount before, that's when it became known as Mont St. Michel. Later (1,001 years ago) the Benedictines would establish the abbey, which was built in phases. When it was started, in was built in the Romanesque style, but later portions are in Gothic style - clearly visible in the main chapel where half was destroyed during the Hundred Years War, so if you look east it's Romanesque, but west it's Gothic.
And like Dinan, the Mount is also portrayed on the Bayeux Tapestry. In return for the Abbey's support for his Conquest, William granted it lands in England, including an island off of Cornwall where a sister priory was created, St Michael's Mount of Penzance (now on my list of places to visit.)













