French TET23 Day3

 I have never smelled anything so bad that was supposed to be for human consumption. It was like the chef had rolled an abattoir into a bite sized chunk and served it up.  It was an andouillette sausage, the only thing thats ever made me feel good about Brexit*. It was also Sarah's dinner. 

*Ref Stanley Tucci.

Setting off that morning, graffiti in Le Mans. 

As we were leaving we passed the Le Mans 24hr race track in full swing. As is the norm with events there was a huge carpark, only in this case, mixed amongst the cars, in a random fashion were private jets.  It didn't matter how you got here, you parked in the field. 

The town gave way to fields and forests and this became the status quo for our day.

Below, a deserted bridge where we met with Jason. His shoulder has plagued him with pain and he took a softer route where possible. 

Similar to Italy, the land is strewn with religious symbolism. If they put this much effort into making cars they'd be world class! 

We found signs of life and Sunday lunch was served at this stand in Borgueil. 

Everywhere we passed through today has been deserted, like a post apocalyptic world - less the destruction.

What struck me today was the wealth that the French upper class had in days of old. Every village, town, or rolling hill harboured a gem of a bygone era. 

Above and below.

Our destination this evening is Poitiers, a beautiful town with a square bathed in sunlight and scattered with bars....

Who would thought that such a beautiful place could harbour such an 'orrible sausage!!