17th May
I love old fashioned France, the bits that peel off walls, crumble on the ground underneath rain stained posters advertising the customary 'fete’. It’s a land of little events, toujours un fête. I drink a cafe au lait in Le Blanc, the Cafe du Centre across the way from the more exotic Bar Le Theatre except I’m in the sun. I have a small secret smile. I am nearly finished with this ride and I won’t miss one single moment.
The Paddock Cafe, Chattillon sur Indre - Nick + Guy the Owner
I was mooching around small towns in the Indre valley south of the River Loire and found this little cafe. Perfect for bikers (motorcyclists) park outside, enjoy the biker conviviality inside, great inexpensive food. Guy will find somewhere for you to pitch your tent!
I’m glad it’s nearly done, except I have to stay alive until Amsterdam or it will have become a fruitless task. It’s quiet here, the river nearby is slow, tumbling over the weir but on the square the shops are not yet open. Stubbornly through the sound of cars pigeons soften the air with their love sounds, cooing but they they too are quiet.
Time to go Home
Portrait of a Bike
Map of the Day
Was lovely to see you at The Last Mach. Looking forward to the book and the film! 💗
Not too far away from the area you knew well in the late 70s Nick
My parents lived in France for 17 years in the Charante region. It’s a world apart from the rat race in U.K. so peaceful and the French so welcoming. I would have been living there myself. Jeremy