From the choir terrace of the abbey church, one can see the lush green grass of the cloister. One understands better its elevated position and proximity to the archangel. How can one not meditate when faced with the formidable bay, said to be born of divine anger? At low tide, the bay unfolds its silver sea and river snakes on a background of changing sands. High above, the golden statue of St. Michael is the protector of this magical place.