Two guys having a good time

     Off at 8:55, beat yesterday's departure by fifty-two minutes.  We somehow navigated our way out of La Havre.  We couldn't find the bypass to this enormous bridge with bearly three feet of shoulder.  The trucks and cars gave us room but it was nerve racking.  This bridge was huge, spanning the inlet leading into La Havre, a suspension bridge with little room to spare for two crazy bicyclists.  I kept my eyes on the road immediately in front of me and concentrated on keeping the bars straight and cranking away in my lowest gear. I was glad as hell when we made it to the other side. Immediately following was another bridge, two center piers with cables splaying to each sides of the bridge, you know, the Spanish designer.  This bridge had a small protected lane but was still no picnic to climb over.  Two scary bridges back to back was about as much excitement as needed for the day.  After riding for another hour we stopped at Deauville and feasted on coffee and succulent fruit pastries at a harbor side cafe.  The both of us having suffered through day's of rain, we position are sidewalk cafe chairs to face the sun. We are still mentally drying out. Leaving town, we climbed one monstrous hill, a thousand revolutions in gear one. The terrain flatten out as we road closer to the Normandy beaches.  After fifty-eight miles.  Peter thinks my odometer is under estimating the miles because he registered one hundred kilometers and I should have read sixty-two miles. Either way, we did well for the day.  At 'Juno Beach' we pulled off and found a campsite right by the water.  Set up our tents, showered and headed for town for a delicious dinner: beer and wine, and a four course meal of seafood.  Another good day on the road. Tomorrow we park the bikes and take a bus to Bayeux to check out the famous tapestries depicting the battle of Hastings. Tomorrow night we spend another night at the campsite.