But as the Flying Fortresses arrived over Normandy, gunning toward the bridge at Caen, the cloud cover suddenly thickened.
Flying blind, the squad zoomed over what should have been Caen, but no one could tell for sure.
Caen was pitching and I was crouched behind the dish, catching.
At the impressive Memorial Museum in Caen there is a darkly lit subterranean section called “France in the Dark Years.”
Caen, being so central, was the headquarters for the Zanuck production people.
The dull eyes kindle at the mention of Caen; interest quickens in that leaden-hued countenance.
It is also a station on the great cross line from Caen to Le Mans.
They erected useful, appropriate, and endurable monuments which are still crowning ornaments to the town of Caen.
It was cut from the Caen stone, and the execution was every way satisfactory.
It has been thought by some that this material was brought from Caen in Normandy.