Here goes for the third blog piece of the week. That's something I didn't envision doing this week. However, the adventures we've undertaken do deserve writing about.
When we arrived, we took the advice and went to the Office du Tourisme in Lille and purchased a 72-hour City Pass, which lasted our travels around the city and out to the Stade Pierre Mauroy. The bonus to this ticket was that it included a day ticket for the Pay des Calais area. Not bad for 45 euros.
Today, Monday, we decided to use our day ticket for a trip to Dunkerque. We boarded a train at Lille Flandres station, and an hour and a bit later, we were at our destination.
It took us a little while to get to the Tourist Information Office, where we learned that the C4 bus takes you to the beach area and that all bus journeys in Dunkerque are free. That is well worth knowing if you are visiting here.
The beach is vast and deep. There are still dunes to be seen. I had to take a moment to think of the horrors that this beach would have witnessed in May and June of 1940.
Black clouds hung over the town, and the British Expeditionary Task Force and the French were in complete withdrawal. The Lille salient had fallen, and the Blitzkrieg German Army encircled the struggling forces centred on Dunkerque.
Winston Churchill ordered Admiral Ramsey to evacuate to the task force immediately.
After the beach, we went around to the museum. It was fascinating to see what went on and the disasters that happened. It mentions that the SS committed war crimes in the area, which was upsetting. But to think about what happened all those years ago is very heart-wrenching.
Britain was lucky that Hitler didn't decide to follow us over the channel, as that could have brought about a severe change in the war's outcome.
Hitler admired Winston Churchill and wanted to settle the situation with him on German terms. How wrong could he have been? The other thing that the Germans were scared of was air cover over the channel. The Luftwaffe didn't command the skies and was never able to after the Battle of Britain.
History lesson over with, we then started our journey back to Lille. The train was duly on time for its 1812 departure, only to be delayed for nearly an hour. The French Transport Police checked everybody's tickets. That was a little intimidating, with them wearing stab vests and carrying a side arm on their hip. The train was terminated further along the line, and we had to wait 40 minutes for the next train. We arrived at Lille about two hours later than we were expecting. It felt like home.
We patiently await our Eurostar train back to London St Pancreas this morning. We've only a few more days, and we will be getting to come back over for another venture. I'm sure that I will be blogging about what happens then.