I packed up anticipating rain which didn't arrive and headed out along the road to Orleans. I stopped a few times to admire the view but 35k is a decent 'leg' and so I mainly just headed here. The site is a tiny municipal one with again, little in the way of amenities.
Once sorted, I headed back the way I came towards the old town centre. French Sundays are taken very seriously so there wasn't much going on. In my wanderings I came upon Joan of Arc's house and visited it. The ticket included entry to the historical museum and I headed there next. Then I went into the cathedral. It's very impressive both inside and out.
After those three sights I felt I deserved a break and so sat with a coffee watch a stream of vintage cars drive past. They ranged from very old to 70s. Beyond that I can't tell you much. Some had really funky horns and all delighted a little boy there taking photos.
I came back to the site just in time (again) as the heavens opened. The water level is so high that as the thunder struck and the rain poured water just seeped out of the ground. Very soon I was looking at a porch full of puddles with all my good and chattels piled optimistically on high.
I weathered the storm and now the water has subsided. I'm not sure what will happen if it rains heavily again - actually I am sure but I don't care to think about it - but hopefully I won't float away.
Foreboding clouds
The 1000th kilometre. As you can see, I celebrated with a sweet.
Giant plant pots are very much in vogue.
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