A Comedy of Error

Today we took the train to Granville to begin our tour of the Normandy coast. As always we arrived at the station early after a not too bad sleep and a bun fight called le petit dejeuner. The hotel's dining room was tiny and there were more people eating breakfast than fitted in the room!
However we made it through that and on to the train to Granville. We found that someone else was about to sit in our seats and after a discussion and ticket check the lady was very gracious and sat somewhere else. She explained to the conductor when he came but he said it was impossible that there was a duplication. When he looked at our tickets he found that WE WERE TRAVELLING ON THE WRONG DAY. He too was very gracious and let us remain on the train so we travelled to Granville feeling quite embarrassed. We've checked all our bookings and are quite sure that is the only mistake we've made!
When we arrived we found our hotel without difficulty although it is up quite a steep hill. The room is comfortable but is about the size of the queen size bed we're sleeping on.
This afternoon we went for a walk through the centre of the town which is very compact and has some very interesting looking buildings. From the town centre can be seen a church big enough to be a cathedral sitting high on a hill back from the coast, but it seems to be quite unimportant in the scheme of things, as the pride and joy dominates the coastal heights of the old town. Granville is quite a hilly town and is the main port for travel to the Channel Islands. It is a beach resort and has many hotels and a casino which is strategically placed on the beach front. It is also the birthplace of Christian Dior.
There are signs that there are old gun placements on the hill where the old town overlooks the beach. No doubt this area was used by somebody as a defence against somebody else during the Second World War and any other war you can think of. It was captured and held by German commandos for a short time in May 1945 after the war was supposed to have moved on elsewhere. There are also signs of the medieval town in the wall running around part of the beach. One book suggests some of it was built by the English as a fort from which to base an assault on Mont Saint Michel that never happened.