Don’t get me wrong – the tapestry is fabulous – all 230 feet of it and well worth a visit. (Especially if it’s raining, which, believe me, it will. Normandy wouldn’t be Normandy without the rain – it’s what makes it so beautiful and green). Displayed under glass in the Grand old Seminary in the heart of Bayeux, the tapestry depicts, in scenes woven on linen, the Norman invasion of Britain and has survived almost intact for nine centuries. The French do museums and exhibitions with typical style: there is a good audio guide to accompany the tour which explains events scene by scene.
Bayeux Cathedral from the British cemetery
However, if you cross over the river Aure, towards the cathedral (also worth a look), and head south you will come to the British Military cemetery: a complete juxtaposition of historical events within a ten minute walk.
Bayeux was the first town liberated by the allies on June 7, 1944. Over 4 500 commonwealth soldiers are buried in the cemetery; a further 1800 are commemorated on a memorial opposite the regimented rows of white gravestones. Along the frieze of this memorial is an inscription in Latin which translates as
“We, once conquered by William, have now set free the Conqueror’s native land.”
The grounds are kept in immaculate order by the war graves commission; all the white crosses have floral tributes. It is a sobering experience to walk along the rows, read the ages of the dead and contrast that with our own offspring, who at around the same age, are enjoying their gap years.
Opposite the cemetery is the Musée Memorial de la Bataille de Normandie. This is probably one of the best places for a comprehensive overview of the Normandy invasion. Easy to understand, with an archive film in both French and English, there are displays of military vehicles, maps and strategies, uniforms, and lastly, a room dedicated to the work of the photo-journalist.
Outside, next to the museum, is a small, peaceful garden, dedicated to foreign correspondents all over the world, killed in the course of duty since 1944. Called the Reporter’s Memorial, it contains over 2000 names, chiselled by decade onto large white remembrance slabs. New names are added every year and, since 1994, the town has hosted the Bayeux-Calvados prize for war-correspondents.
The Reporter’s Memorial Garden, Bayeux
Wander along the winding path between the upright steles and some names may be familiar: Robert Capa, famous for bringing images of the allies arriving on Omaha beach and who died, aged 40, in Vietnam; Georgi Markov, the Bulgarian dissident who worked for the BBC and who was mysteriously and fatally stabbed in the thigh near Waterloo Bridge in 1978; the Irish cameraman, Simon Cumbers, shot in Riyadh in 2004 – the same attack that left the BBC reporter, Frank Gardner, in a wheelchair. Journalists are often regarded with the same disdain afforded to estate agents or tax collectors: those that go out to report global combat should be set apart; they are not given military training, they put themselves in mortal danger to send the rest of us news and pictures that we are at liberty to switch off in the comfort of our living rooms. The Reporter’s Memorial in Bayeux is a fitting tribute.
Robert Capa’s image, capturing the allied advance on Omaha Beach
As Robert Capa said, “If your photographs aren’t good enough, you’re not close enough.”
What a wonderful description. The irony in the two sites. The horror of war and the bravery of so many.
The words of the old song come sadly to mind “oh when will we ever learn…”
Thanks for this view of Bayeux.
Thanks for reading Rod. I’m hoping to post a few Normandy related rambles between now and D-Day.
A good read. I loved the tapestry, something I had wanted to see from age 11 after learning about it at school and it didn’t let me down. Nor did it rain when we were there. Sadly we didn’t have enough time to spend looking around (two dogs in our vehicle so couldn’t spend hours sight-seeing).
Not all non-war reporters are bad. Some of us do have a few principles. A colleague of mine went to prison for refusing to reveal sources to the police. (In olden days, one of the key beliefs that journalists do not disclose where there info comes from. They aren’t police, they are trying to share info in an open – ha! society). Like everything, a few bad eggs taint the lot.
Thanks. I also have known some decent hacks in my time and even had aspirations before setting out into the world of work of becoming Kate Adie mark two. A good job I decided, in this instance, not to take the road less travelled – I’d never have cut it in a flak jacket.
I thoroughly enjoyed this.
I also now know who your son ‘takes after!’
Thank you, Maurice. However, although he does take after me in many ways I can’t take the credit for my son’s interest – it began when he (aged 12) watched the miniseries Band of Brothers with his Dad, (who is interested in all things historical), and it grew from there. We subsequently had several holidays in Normandy discovering the beaches and Pegasus Bridge and he was hooked. For his sixteenth birthday, he spent the day with a D-Day historian who has since become his friend and mentor.
My love of Normandy is a result of his enthusiasm and the many places there are to visit. As the Normans say, it is Le Musée à Ciel Ouvert.
Thanks Jenny, I’ve never heard of the Reporters’ Memorial. Will you do an Arromanches blog soon?
Arromanches is definitely worth a post, so yes…watch this space! Thanks for reading, Roy.
Great post – an enjoyable and interesting read.
Thanks for stopping by and commenting, Lynette.