Coming into Cherbourg you come down off the high ground into the city, and the port stretches out in front of you. It’s a huge harbor, with miles of jetties angling out into the sea from both sides. This is an old harbor, in use for more than 600 years, and there are still some of the older fortifications, as well as bunkers from the German occupation, visible.
My plan was to visit La Cite de la Mere, a huge building along one of the old quays, that’s been turned into a museum complex. The building is the old terminal for the trans-Atlantic shipping lines, and traces of that past history are present, even with the multiple other uses now in place.
One of the displays, in a drydock, with German bunkers surrounding it, is the first French nuclear submarine, which can be walked through with an audio guide. I found myself comparing it to the German sub I’ve toured in Speyer, and I was impressed by how much larger it was. That’s not to say it’s roomy, because it isn’t. These are not a place for anyone with claustrophobia issues.
Another attraction, for me, was the Titanic exhibit. Cherbourg was the port of embarkation (POE) for Titanic, and they have a very interesting set up with displays for all the various passenger classes accommodations, and other reconstructions of spaces on the vessel, as well as a very popular looping video of the hours leading up to hitting the iceberg and the immediate aftermath from a position at the bow.
They also have a large selection of deep sea diving equipment, from subs, to bells, to remote piloted vehicles (RPV). Also an aquarium, which is apparently a very popular place for school outings, and a movie theater which had a surprisingly good film on the city during WWI and its rebuilding.
Needless to say this took up most of my day, to include lunch, where I got into a conversation with a German who works on one of the large cruise ships docked on the other side of the quay. Aida, the cruise company he works for, is patronized almost entirely by Germans. I’d never heard of it. But looking at some of the cruises they offer piqued my interest.
I drove back with a stop at a small cider presse, where they make their own cider, Calvados, and apple jellies. I tried a couple of the products, and bought a couple bottles of Calvados, and then got back into town.
Utah Beach, which was my primary destination the next day, is very different from Omaha. Instead of the cliff, Utah has extensive sand dunes going inland for a kilometer or two. The sand is slowly covering any remaining fighting positions, although some are visible. The main memorial was fenced off, apparently it requires work, but there are several smaller monuments in the same general area, and it’s easy to walk through the dunes down to the beach.
The beach itself reminds me much of the sand at Aberdeen, WA; very flat, shallow out several hundred yards, small waves, and clam and oyster shells everywhere. In fact, there were almost as many locals clam digging as there were tourists.
I still had some time, so I headed back to Omaha, and this time actually walked down the beach a ways. The weather was perfect, and so I stopped and had a late, long, lunch and just watched the water. It wasn’t crowded, which surprised me, and the tide was low enough you could make out the remains of the artificial harbor the US had used (for a short while) once the beach was opened. (It was destroyed by a big storm, and they couldn’t salvage it, so it’s slowly rusting away about 500 yards off shore.)
It's very easy to see why this was the hardest beach to open up, the cliffs and the very well sighted bunkers really made it a shooting gallery. (continued)