The Loire River just before the storm |
The search to find Carol’s favourite hand cream took a few
thousand miles but we can report has now ended.
As some friends will know, the Olive and Almond cream by Le Petit
Marseillais is an essential part of Carol’s beauty routine and we had looked
for the distinctive pale green tins in every supermarket we visited. We thought we had an early success when we found
it in one Carrefour but all four tins they had remaining had been opened and
tried. However, Auchan in Le Mans came
up trumps and the van is now loaded up with a year’s supply.
Continuing our journey north, we spent a couple of nights at
Saumur on the Loire and were able to cycle along the river and return on the
opposite bank. The Loire cycle route is
well sign-posted and not as flat as you might expect as it often takes you away
from the river and the busier roads. We
had our lunch overlooking a small lake in a wood of tall pine trees set high
above the river that only lacked an Osprey to make us feel in Scotland. It was a splendid day’s cycling and we were
lucky to reach one of the few cafes we passed within only a minute or two of a
massive thunder storm. We remained warm
and dry with hot chocolate and ice-cream while the rain beat down on the bikes
outside and the only downside was the soggy saddles we had for the last few
kilometres.
Unisex toilet and shower facilities have been the most
common set-up on French camp sites and they make perfect practical sense,
making best use of the available facilities.
Reading some of the reviews in the camp site guide, they are clearly not
liked by everyone but really if you are not happy sharing with different sexes
then camping in France probably isn’t for you.
Gender really didn’t enter in to the equation when Anthony heard someone
using the next door cubicle to him one morning; the groans and moans the
occupant made were really uncalled for in a shared facility.
The pronunciation of French continues to cause us
difficulties, although we do our best and always try and speak some French when
we first arrive at a camp site or use a cafe or shop. While walking and cycling most people greet
us with a hearty ‘Bonjour!’ On these
encounters we have heard more different ways of pronouncing ‘Bonjour’ than
there are varieties of French wine, making us sure we will never master this language
proficiently. A French phrase that we
thought was from the world of ‘Allo ‘Allo only and had nothing to do with real
life French was ‘Oo La La!’ However,
when France beat Switzerland so resoundingly last weekend, to our delight the
French man sitting next to us uttered this wonderful phrase.
An old farmhouse in the Eure valley |
Another valley, another Voie Verte; this time north of
Chartres in the Eure valley. We camped
at Marcilly sur Eure at a site mostly used as an overnight stop by English
vans. The Voie Verte follows the Eure
valley for about 20kms and was surprisingly pleasant cycling in this little
frequented area. The cycle route follows
an old railway line and is good tarmac and flat cycling through the Cheshire of
France. The Cafe de la Gare in
Ezy-sur-Eure is worthy of special mention in a country of cafes; it was a
charming and individual cafe run by Annie and watched over by her vicious
Yorkshire Terrier.