At the top of the spire of the abbey, the archangel Saint Michael slaying the dragon reigns on a phantom rock. The heady cries of seagulls and gulls, who took possession of the place, replaced the hubbub of tourists. Cats and pigeons have taken over the deserted streets and ramparts. On the main street, the famous Auberge de la Mère Poulard drew the curtain, as did all the other shops. The absence of any visible human presence is striking, both bewitching and agonizing. The spirit wanders quickly and we imagine ourselves immersed in the Middle Ages, trapped in a fortress decimated by the black plague.
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“In reality, Mont-Saint-Michel has never been so empty. This is a historic first , says its mayor, Yann Galton, called to the rescue to deliver us from our loneliness. Even during the Occupation, there were people. It is not a village like the others. There is no school or gymnasium here. There are masses of tourists 2000 to 3000 per day at this
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