From Loches onwards we are on quiet roads, in big country. Getting on rather well we decide to make another another bar stop (an utterly cheerless place with no other customers but able to give us liquid refreshment). I illustrate the vibrancy of the village concerned with the street scene herewith. Note the threatening inclemency, it was never far away…
We are forced to park down by the river at Ibis, which is ominously full looking (the river that is; the hotel seems busy but not about to burst its banks); our room is at the back this time under the steadfast gaze of the cathedral.
I am always surprised that we are not greeted as much missed relatives when we blow into a hotel like this: we aren't, and never will be I guess.
Meanwhile to assuage your curiosity I conclude this entry with a single image of Loches: very historic place it is, Joan of Arc and the Dauphin sort of stuff. Look it up and improve your mind – we are off to potter round Périgueux.
…… later… a substantial number of my public (like the senior sibling and Dr G) will be familiar with Chez Fred, a restaurant in Peri-G. which we favour. We are just returned from said eatery, and yes, I went back to my rognon de veau with garlic mash and sundries. A man could be happy… Mme Melling has tagliatelle with scallops, prawns, mussels, baby vegetables etc, in a coconut and lime dressing.
If you've eaten there, well you know the sort of thing. Bed is all that I require now (after sponging off the chocolate sauce I dropped on my trousers) so please excuse this abrupt end to part deux of m'post… I leave you with the view over the bins at the back of our inn-for-the-night… not now of course as it is dark…
