On our way we had to stop and feed our car. We knew the signage for gas stations and so we pulled off the highway and pulled into a fuel area marked diesel. I released the hose and started to insert it into the gas tank when a very short, very rotund woman starting waving her hands and jumping up ad down and started running over to speak to us. Now there's a problem. Because she was excited I'm sure she was speaking much faster than usual so I failed to recogninze one word. I'm sure if she had spoken slower I would have at least recogninzed one, maybe. She finally pointed up and we realized we had pulled into a truck gassing zone. No problem, Sharon moved the car and we pulled into an area designated for cars. I again released the hose and opened the gas compartment. I tried to insert the hose and could not get it to go in. Sharon and Sandra had gone off to the bathroom. The little woman noticed my distress and she came running over to help speaking French the whole time. She too pushed and proded and turned and picked. No luck. I'm shrucking my shoulders and she's speaking French at a mile a minute and she's increasing the volume because that makes it easier to understand, right? Sharon and Sandra returned so now we had four women standing around trying to fill up the car. Then our little French lady ran over to ask a gentleman who had just pulled up to help us. When she did this I took the darn hose nozzle and just shoved it in what had to be the opening and low and behold - success.
We had a few giggles over that and proeeded on our way to Sainte Mere Eglise and the museum there.
The Airborne Museum first opened its doors back in 1962, in the centre of Sainte-Mère-Eglise. It takes visitors into the very heart of the fighting by the US paratroopers of the 82nd and 101st Airborne Divisions in the early hours of June 6th 1944.
A Sherman tank outside the museum.
One of the glider planes.
Here you can see a mock up of John hanging from the church.
After the museum we wandered around and found a cute little place to have lunch before heading to the resort.
Always lots or memorials in these cities. 
Arriving at the resort. A beautiful setting.
A hotel and restaurant within walking distance of the resort.
There isn't a restaurant at the resort and so we had to drive to one since we told the restaurant within walking distance was very expensive. We just wanted a small bite to eat. Well whe we walkedinto the restaurant the resort recommended it was anything but cheap and very "fancy". Poor Sharon looked at the menu and couldn't find anything to her liking so settled on a steak. Most restaurants in France thus far have "menus". Three or four courses. None of us were extremely hungry so we settled on a few entre's that were listed separately. I had a salmon with a wonderful sauce.
Sharon's expression kind of says it all. It was a lovely restaurant however. Back to the resort and relax for the evening.
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