For some reason, today was silly signs day. This so cracked me up.
I saw other variations like 1000 pains, and also pat-a-pain which made more sense. Sign on a loo door.
I saw a sign for Josnes (the dyslexic Jones's?) and so on - perhaps it was me and I needed a coffee or something. I did a big detour via Orleans. It was a gorgeous day. I saw this guy on the main street - how could I not donate? (In case you can't see, he's wearing a grass skirt, funny ears in his hair, and his begging bowl has breasts and a bra - I have no idea what he was collecting money for, by the way.)
I must have given him too much, because he also offered to kiss me. When I said a horrified "no!" all his friends (who were getting enormous entertainment value by following him down the street) just laughed and laughed. Great fun. I probably shouldn't have really stopped here because it was a hugely rushed look around. Here is the Maid in the main square.
A tram provides access to the downtown area, so there are few cars. The cathedral.
Ads via bike.
Lunch was a glass of cider and a really delicious pasta dish.
I'll leave you to translate.
I wanted to fit a quick side trip to Chambord, en route. Not only is the chateau enormous
but the tourism around it is huge - you can stay in a hotel which looks onto the chateau, there are lots of places to eat and shops on the property. It must generate a fortune. Too many people and too touristy for me. I just took a photo and left. There are so many sights on the road, that if I stopped for everything that caught my eye, I would never get anywhere. But I did stop for this - just sitting there minding its own business was another chateau - I have no idea of its name.
I had arranged to be at Monts by 4, but I was running late. Mainly because I got totally lost in Tours and couldn't find the right subsidiary road. As luck would have it, I followed my nose and got there in the end. The owners are the nicest couple you could ever hope to meet. I was given a welcome glass of wine and a plate of nibbles.
On the right is some rillettes a sort of pork pate that David had a hand in making. Melt in the mouth. All day had been wonderfully warm and sunny. In the evening, there was a hailstorm.
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