Went with my friend Andy to Mt Saint Michel. While I have been here a couple times before, it never loses any of its power to enchant, to amaze.
And it most certainly is not "just" the view from the top. It is the unexpected succession of surprises on the inside. The changes of level, the nooks and crannies, the mysterious passageways, the flabbergasting surprise of the open air cloiser, with a garden, in the middle of it all, the treadmill which was worked by two monks (it is that tall) still intact, and the rope, too, the circumference of a stout forearm, and the wooden sled that went up and down the stone track at an acute angle to bring them up supplies....
Beyond those architectural features, though, of which there are many, many more, it is the spriritual presence of the site which is hard to not feel. I guess there are some who miss it, but the site is filled to the very top with it.
