Rocamadour to Carcassonne

We wanted to catch the early morning sun on Rocamadour so we got up early (before 0700) on Tuesday, September 22 and we were rewarded with not only the sun but also we avoided the masses of tourists that flock there every day. After climbing a lot of steps, we visited the various chapels and the main Sanctuary. Apparently, pilgrims will often climb the 200 odd steps on their knees. It was hard enough upright! The fact that the place is cut out of the rock face is pretty impressive and so long ago in the 11th century.

We then caught the funicular up to the chateau that imperiously overlooks the church and the town to walk around its ramparts. It also made an easier walk back to the van along the top of the gorge.

We left around midday to drive to Cahors, the home of the Malbec grape and another medieval walled city. We parked up in a large car park just south of the old town with about twenty other vans (P4N#549143). It was not a pretty park up but it was near the centre and free! We walked to the Pont Valentre, one of the most famous of old bridges in France, as well as through the old town. Unusually, the cathedral has two domes, one plain and one painted with frescoes. There we purchased a couple of bottles of Malbec wine from a local producer. Leon Gambetta, founding Father of the 3rd French Republic, was born in the city.

Back to the van for a much needed shower before going back into town for a gorgeous meal at La Petit Auberge, which included a Parmesan crème brûlée starter.

The next morning we left early, again (!), as we wanted to use the nearby dump station and make our way to Carcassonne to meet up with friends. On the way we stopped at Saint Cirque Lapopie, voted the most preferred village in France. We arrived before the maddening crowds again so we’re feeling very pleased with ourselves and it was indeed a gorgeous village.

We drove onto another of the Beaux Villages, Najac, as well as Cordes-sur-Ciel. Both lovely.

Najac

However, on our way to Najac, Liz wanted to drive along the side of a gorge that she had heard about. This involved going down narrow roads with rock overhangs on one side and sheer drops on the other. Not for the faint hearted! It finished with a bridge crossing that was 2.2m wide. Dora is 2.05m excluding wing mirrors.

There was a large Toulouse-Lautrec exhibition in a town called Albi that was on the way to Carcassonne and we managed to park quite close to the old centre under a covered market. It was free parking when there wasn’t a market on and it was in the shade, which was great as it was 33°! Albi was a delightful surprise with the biggest brick cathedral in the world at over 70m tall and the exhibition was in the old bishopric palace next door. Toulouse-Lautrec was born in the town and so they had managed to acquire or been donated many paintings and drawings.

After a pleasant couple of hours there we drove onto Carcassonne where we got one of the last remaining places at the camping car aire by the campsite our friends were in (P4N#36930). We didn’t need electricity or facilities so the aire at half the price was perfect for us. We had a lovely evening catching up with our friends.

Photo courtesy of Sheila

The following morning, we made the mistake of not getting into the old town until after 10.30 and the hordes had truly arrived. The old town was a pleasant 20 minute walk from the campsite along the river and has been inhabited for over 2,500 years. It has 52 towers and 3km of ramparts but after spending a couple of hours there we had had enough of the crowds so we hightailed it back to Dora for lunch.

In the afternoon, we decided we wanted to cycle over the Pont Vieux, built in the 14th century, to the Canal du Midi. The canal was one of the options we had considered when we wanted to take our previous boat, Nimrod, down to the Mediterranean. We opted to sail around the coast and across the Bay of Biscay in the end but wanted to see it for ourselves. It was all a bit underwhelming despite having been built in the 17th century to link the Atlantic and the Mediterranean. Back to the van for pizza with our friends.

Miles since last blog: 202

Total miles this trip 1,488

Auxerre to Sancerre and beyond

Having had to get up whilst it was still dark on Sunday morning, September 20, we made excellent time getting to Auxerre. There was even space at the car park we had chosen (P4N#3021) despite the fact that none of the overnighters had yet left! Liz went back to bed for an hour or so before we had breakfast and ventured into town. Auxerre is another medieval town so the car park was on the other side of the River Yonne but with a footbridge nearby. It was a lovely town with a 13th century cathedral, a medieval clock tower and a 5th century abbey. All visited via the old cobbled streets. The town itself dates back to the 1st century and was the capital of the Roman Empire in the 4th century. Delightful place and because it was so early, devoid of people. The whole visit was done and dusted by 10.00.

Onto the village of Vezelay, a UNESCO site with a religious context. It wasn’t in our guide book which seems strange given its UNESCO standing. The abbey at Vezelay supposedly holds the relics of Mary Magdalen and as such became a major pilgrimage destination from the 11th century. In fact, it’s the starting point in France for the Camino de Santiago de Compostela. We parked at the bottom of the village and walked up. Why are all churches at the very top of steep hills??!

It was actually quite nice wandering the streets after visiting the Abbey although fairly touristy. We succumbed into buying a bottle of the local beer and a cheese brioche thing called Gougère. It was rather delicious.

Gougère

Next stop was Sancerre. We had low expectations as one review had described it as not one of the beau villages en France. We thought it was delightful. Again, it probably helped that it was mid afternoon on a Sunday. We popped into a wine shop and bought a couple of bottles, of course!

When we were driving out of Sancerre, we noticed a viaduct that had a water tap halfway up the wall. No idea why!

From there we continued heading vaguely south towards the Massif Central. There are a number of extinct volcanoes there that make up the Chaîne de Puys. You can see why the French Resistance squirrelled themselves away so effectively when the Germans took over Vichy France. The woods are vast with lots of trails making it very difficult to follow if you were not a local. Apparently, the Tour de France came up the Puy de Dôme this year. We were very impressed given the gradients! We stayed overnight near the Puy de Dôme at a free park up (P4N#444818) nestled amongst trees. Lovely end to the day.

On Monday morning, we drove up to the train station to the Dôme as we didn’t fancy the trek up. We’d bought tickets the night before, not realising that there would be low cloud in the morning so we wouldn’t be able to see a lot from up there! We could have waited but we had lots to do so we caught the train anyway.

It was a lovely journey up and even though there was zero visibility most of the time, it was still fun. There was even a Temple to Mercury up there that was discovered in the 19th century. The museum was very interesting. One of the first longer distance airplane flights landed on its crest in 1911 to claim the prize of 100,000 Francs from the Michelin brothers. They had to take off from Paris and land at Puy de Dôme within 6 hours.

Back down on the midday train before heading onto Chateau de Val. The castle was on the Dordogne River. It sat very majestically on its promontory but was less impressive inside. The best part was the modern art exhibition by Jo Di Bona.

We finally made it to our overnight stop at Rocamadour (P4N#17495) around 19.00 in preparation for an early start in the morning.

Miles since last blog: 411

Miles this trip: 1,286

Troyes and Chablis

We had a leisurely morning packing up and saying goodbye to our friends in Èpernay on Saturday, September 19 before continuing our journey south (ish). First stop was back to Avenay Val d’Or where we had stayed on Wednesday night to pick up some more of their lovely champagne!

Vertus

Then onto Vertus, a sweet town before Troyes, a wonderful medieval town. We were able to park up just outside the historic centre of Troyes and walk in. The car park was very busy but a van pulled out just as we entered so the parking goddess was definitely looking out for us. One of the reasons the town was so busy, apart from being a Saturday afternoon, was that it was National Heritage Weekend. This was to celebrate all the traditional crafts across France. So, in front of the cathedral were many different apprentices showing off their skills. There were blacksmiths, carpenters, roofers – you name it. Lovely to see such artisan skills being celebrated. Further into town there was a fete as well, where they were letting kids try out wheelchair basketball to see what it felt like to be in a wheelchair. Clever idea.

From Troyes we went onto Chablis. We stopped at another France Passion winegrower and managed to snaffle a tasting for 18.00. Lovely wine and we learnt more about the difference between Petit Chablis and Chablis. The latter grown on land that was once a seabed and has fossils in the stone. Consequently, Chablis has a more salty taste to it. We then offset our free night’s accommodation by buying several bottles of his wine! A wander into town where we purchased some local cheese and bypassed the shop selling andouillettes (tripe sausages!). On the way back we spotted some locals playing boules in a dry river bed. The only downside to a lovely day was the fact that our host, M Jacquin, needed to leave by 07.00 the next morning to set up a stall in a market in Dijon that morning!

The pin is Chablis!

Miles since last blog: 117

Miles this trip: 875

Champagne!

We were just about to have a leisurely breakfast at our fantastic overnight stop in Dinant when we saw two couples walking down the track to our park up. They had arrived very early for their stopover with two massive German A Class motorhomes. one was blocking the track so we couldn’t get out so they parked it beside us. It felt like the equivalent of early morning towels being left on the sun beds! We decided against having breakfast there and left them to it. We found a field a few miles away to eat in comfort (P4N#718421) before our long drive to Reims (pronounced Rance apparently).

We arrived around midday so, of course, everything was pretty much shut apart from bars and restaurants. We had found free parking by the football stadium (P4N#13068), which meant it was only a 20 min walk into the centre. Despite Reims being the capital of the champagne region and where kings of France were crowned, the place underwhelmed us. The huge cathedral felt more like a tourist attraction than a place of worship. There was a statue of Joan of Arc outside but even that was tucked into a corner so after a quick look round we returned to Dora to continue our way. On our way out of Reims we stopped at Veuve Cliquot and bought a friend a present. I’m not sure their champagne is any better than others but their marketing certainly is. Whilst Moet and Chandon is still the world leader in number of bottles sold per year, Veuve Cliquot is the market leader in the USA.

Veuve Cliquot

We went through lots of lovely villages and were amazed at how many champagne houses there were. Literally hundreds if not thousands. There was a lighthouse at Verzenay that acted as a centre for that region but we had to decline the tasting as we were still driving.

Verzenay

Our stopover for the night was the champagne vineyard of Yves Saintot. They are part of the France Passion scheme so we get to stay there overnight for free, get a free tasting and buy some bottles if we so desire. What’s not to love about this?

Our stopover with Dora

We had a lovely relaxed tasting from 18.30 for an hour or so and probably tried 6 different champagnes. We also got talking to our fellow tasters who were Dutch. They decided to buy cases of the stuff to take home with them whilst we were much more conservative and bought 3 bottles.

After another peaceful night with no early surprises, we continued our exploration of the area. The highlight had to be Hautvillers, the home of champagne, where Dom Perignon lived and was buried. The village up in the hills was delightful and well worth the slight detour. Again, we managed to get there for midday so the place was quiet but that suited us. Lunch in the van overlooking the vineyards before making our way to Epernay, the centre of champagne.

We had booked the only campsite in Épernay (P4N#10051) as we had decided to stay for a couple of nights and meet up with Solheim friends, Maria and Jane, as well as friends from home, Ben and Liz, who had literally left the U.K. that morning! We arrived at the campsite around 14.00 on Thursday, September 17. After setting up camp and greeting our visitors, we had a leisurely afternoon chilling and walking by the river. Back to the vans to open one of our purchases to celebrate Liz’s retirement (not this Liz) before a BBQ and a lovely evening spent in company.

Celebrating!

We had a champagne tasting booked for midday on the Friday so after a light breakfast, we cycled into Epernay. It was much bigger than expected but the old centre was charming. We found a restaurant to eat later that evening and went onto our tasting at Charles Mignon. The tasting was great value and very entertaining. Our guide, Ludwig, was informative, charming and very dapper. A cross between Ben Kingsley and Hercule Poirot, complete with waxed moustache!

Three hours later we stumbled out of the tasting (thank god there was some food with it) before getting back on our bikes to explore the Avenue de Champagne where the likes of Moet and Chandon are situated. The whole avenue was very refined although the Moet house was very modern in comparison.

Back to the van to recover before getting a taxi back into town to meet up with Ben and Liz for a lovely meal at Chez Françoise. By 21.00 we were all ready for bed so an early night for all of us as some had long drives planned for the next day.

Chez Françoise

Miles since last blog: 141

Miles this trip: 758

Sophisticated St Emilion

We left our wind blown but dramatic spot by the Plage d’Esperance, near Fouras, around 09.30 on Thursday, September 11, to make our way to the Bordeaux area. However, we first stopped off at another Plus Beau Village, Brouage. It used to be a port that was fortified by Cardinal Richelieu in response to the Protestant stronghold of La Rochelle. The port silted up as the sea receded. The old citadel’s arsenal used to make the cannons for the rest of France. It was, in fact, quite a pretty town with easy parking under the same ramparts that a young Louis XIV would pine for his sweetheart, Marie Mancini, after being persuaded to marry the Infanta of Spain. The other claim to fame of the town was that it was the birthplace of Samuel de Champlain who founded Quebec in 1608. Quite a history for such a sleepy town!

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Lovely Loire

We awoke amongst the vines on Friday morning after a very peaceful night’s sleep. We had arranged to have a wine tasting after breakfast so we duly took on our task. We ended up buying three bottles of their Crèmant de Loire before spending the day exploring the area.

First stop was the fascinating troglodyte village of Rochemenier. Having quarried the sandstone, the villagers then dug out whole communities to live in. The village museum showed two ‘farms’ complete with stables, bakery, village hall and houses. Apparently, people lived and worked there from the 1300s until the 1960s.

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Home to the Loire Valley

We started our French trip from Portsmouth on the 15.00 ferry to Caen. We left home around 10.00 so that it would be a stress free journey. As it happened, it was a good run down and we were at the terminal by 12.30 and on board by 14.30. We were very happy not to be pulled over by Maritime Security so our check-in was quick and efficient. The ferry was a relative new ship, Guillaume de Normandie, so despite the rough seas and strong winds, it was a relatively good crossing with just a couple of hours of strong motion – evidenced by the heaving in the women’s toilets!

Waiting to board
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