I lounged around the tent for a while reading, drinking coffee, crocheting. Then I went into town. Things often close for lunch in France. Here they do so must emphatically. I looked at a famous canal viaduct and availed myself of the post office. It's building is one of the town's sites. I didn't go into the conservatoire as it didn't tickle my fancy. Instead I waited for lunch to be finished wandering around a church.
Eventually my main port of call - the ceramic museum - re-opened. It is a museum in the good old fashioned sense of the word. The ceramics are quite literally piled to the rafters. There were three floors of examples of factory produced table wear, the occasional badly dressed dummy and a sparse English laminated sheet per room. I loved it!
On the way back to the site I bought the necessities - coffee, cheese, wine, bite cream - and then settled back in the shade with my book.
I looked at the route a head for a while and -as it's longer than it planned for - toyed with the idea of the train the 100km to Nevers. I am fairly bored of canals. But, I think in the end I'll just keep going.
If this is part of the route I'm re thinking the train plan.
The absolute necessities
No comments:
Post a Comment