Omaha Beach
I drove back from Madrid to Hamburg and went along the cost line of France. I took my time (four days) and ate oysters every day at a different place. The absolute highlight was standing at Omaha beach and sensing the allied invasion during the second world war. I was more or less the only person that day (it was freazing cold) and was hard to imagine, how many people left their lives on that beach fifty years ago. (Hasselblad 500CM)
