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The chime of a nearby bicycle bell pulled Leo from his daze as he stood on the Pont Neuf, watching the sun dip behind the Eiffel Tower . After months of planning, his French vacation had finally begun, and the air smelled faintly of rain and fresh buttery croissants. france vacation
Wanting a change of pace, he took a train north to . Standing before the tide-wrapped Mont Saint-Michel , he felt as if he’d stepped into a medieval legend. He climbed the steep abbey stairs, rewarded with a view of the mudflats that seemed to stretch into eternity. Leo’s journey started in , where he quickly