Normandie 70 ans plus tard

As we commemorate the 70th anniversary of the D-Day landings in Normandy (6 June 1944), I’ve been reflecting on my visit to the region in 2012 and the continuing legacy of that fateful day. It was indeed an eerie experience walking on ground where thousands of soldiers had given their lives.

Gold Beach, near Arromanches-les-Bains, was one of the British landing zones. These days it seems to be a popular recreational beach, however reminders of its wartime role are ever-present. Remnants of the Mulberry Harbour built by the British to offload matériel lie scattered around Gold Beach.

Gold BeachMulberry Harbour, Gold BeachOmaha Beach, to the west, was one of the American landing zones. The terrain is steeper and more rugged, and it’s not hard to imagine how difficult it must’ve been for US forces landing here under enemy fire.

Omaha Beach

Omaha Beach fortificationCimetière américain de Colleville-sur-Mer (Normandy American Cemetery and Memorial) looks over the beach and is a sombre reminder of the costs of war.

Normandy American Cemetery and MemorialReflecting Pool, Normandy American Cemetery and Memorial The photos above are also on my Flickr photostream.

Amour fou

During my travels aboard RATP trains (Métro/RER) in Paris recently, I spotted the quaint notice below aboard a few of the trains. Somehow, I have a feeling that the poetry (and meaning) may be lost on the target audience… (And yes, the walls of the 1970s-designed MI 79 rolling stock are actually orange.)

RATP - Amour fou

Amour fou

Les chewing-gums sont de grands romantiques,
Ces coeurs d’artichauts s’attachment très vite.
Mais les pauvres, rarement aimés en retour,
Cherchent désespérément le grand amour
Alors que la promesse d’un amour fusionnel
Est là dans tous les couloirs: c’est la poubelle!

—–
My translation:

Foolish love

Chewing gums are great romantics,
These fickle lovers attach themselves very quickly.
But the poor things, rarely loved in return,
They search desperately for true love
Yet the promise of a love that binds
Is there in all the passageways: it’s in the bin!