For our first day trip from Paris, we rented a car and headed for Mont St Michel, a tidal island off the coast of Normandy. Corey had his crowning driving achievement, somehow getting us through Paris morning traffic alive. Once we arrived in Mont St Michel, I’ve never felt more like I was in a fairytale. The town was unusually empty and we roamed the halls by ourselves, baffled that such a place exists. A castle seemingly at the edge of the world, filled with gardens and surrounded by nothing but water and sand. We snuck through one passageway only to find another and marveled at the unbelievable views from every window. Although we were exhausted and both falling asleep on the way home, it was one of our favorite days.