Hormis la chaleur…
Cycling through the Touraine has been very enjoyable though. It is like textbook France. The village of le Grand-Pressigny where I stayed last night is lovely, prosperous, full of middle-class arty types like a guy in the bar with a well-brassed Leica M9 I chatted to about photography for a while. I think he wanted to be thought of as a Magnum photographer, or maybe he is one, but he had the pose to perfection.
I would emulate him, but I don’t have enough hair to sweep my sunglasses through in the approved way.
I stopped for a Perrier and a coffee at a bar a few km outside, and it was straight out of la vielle France. With lovely original counter, floor tiles, chairs etc. They had a large faded black & white photo of the interior from the 30s? 40s? I couldn’t tell. But nothing had changed. Even the bar stools were the same.
I have start thinking about how to be in Avignon on Saturday. I won’t be able to get there in time by cycling, so at Vallon-en-Sully (which is where my next set of maps are) or Vichy I’ll have to get a circuitous train to leave me there, or within striking distance.