A plan.

“What time do you have to be at Le Havre?” I asked.

“Tomorrow morning at about 10:30. At least I can see Arromanches. Tell you what, why don’t we miss the Bayeux Tapestry and go straight there. I’d rather see and hear about a real battle than look at a bit of old cloth.”

“Suits me.” I said as she pulled her seat belt on, “we need to go to the hotel first anyway to sort out a room for you.”

“I’m not sharing yours?” She asked.

“Not if they have a spare room.” I replied, starting to drive off.