The Normandy "Experience"

This week we visited the last of the eight hangers at the Imperial War Museum called "surface warfare." Not just an amazing collection of tanks and missiles, but warfare sets complete with a running stream, ultra-realistic foxholes and mannequins, one of which made Harry jump a mile when we walked through a landing craft en route to the beaches of Normandy and stumbled into a bloodied soldier (my photos don't do it justice). Lemme tell you, after being blanketed by bombs, they don't sugarcoat war (which I appreciate). Still, Harry is not much for emotional gravity (as pictured above).

Visiting offered a great snapshot on the male and female brain, hardwired as it is: Harry ogled the tanks, Charlotte skipped through a war-torn Korea singing to herself about princesses.

Because I'm still so impressed, I leave you with a photo of our museum lunch: a "jacket" potato (baked) with white cheddar cheese shredded on top and a side salad with no dressing. There was not a burger, hotdog or nasty caramel dipping stick to be found.