Whenever I think about that 1994 trip, though, I think about trudging and trudging and trudging to the top of Mont St.-Michel. I was young and relatively fit, but that climb really wore me out! I mean ... it's like a steep little mountain ("mont") sticking up out of the ocean floor!
I think Mont St.-Michel is far more beautiful from a distance than close up, anyway.
Anyway, I realized recently that I didn't have any icons of my mom, so this had to be remedied!