Breakfast was a rather chilly affair. Madame Cañada clearly resented my complaints of the previous evening.She tried to be chummy, but she quite put me off my coffee and croissants in the process.
I left as soon as I could. Once out on the streets, it was clear that the day was to be a very hot one as the weather forecast had predicted, with temperatures in the mid thirties. I was immediately aware of the pain in the backside and not very keen on a day of switching uncomfortably from one buttock to the other. Still, there was nothing much to be done but to carry on. The idea of jumping on the train at this stage in the proceedings occurred, but was immediately rejected.
I crossed the Pont de l'Europe and after a few miles of cycle path along the road, it was back to the levée to Meung-sur-Loire
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Meung-sur-Loire - pronounced as though it were written 'Min-sur-Loire' - is a pleasant little place, so I stopped for a while.
I had a look at the castle,
the church or collégiale,
and the town gates.
The next village after Meung was Beaugency, another of the towns liberated from the English by Jeanne d'Arc.
notable for its Mousterian (i.e. Neanderthal) remains and for the remnants of its eminent medieval past. It has a bridge dating from the eleventh century, though numerous disasters, floods, wars and the like, and subsequent repairs and restorations have hidden the original character of the construction.
After Beaugency, the scenery was ruined by yet another nuclear power-station at Saint-Laurent-des-Eaux. Again, it was a question of getting past and beyond it as quickly as possible.
After a lunch stop at the artificial lake near Suèvres called Le Domino I kept up a reasonable pace along the levée all the way to Blois even though the heat around 2.00 pm was pretty exhausting.
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As I arrived at my destination at around 3.30 a digital thermometer outside a chemists registered 38 degrees Celsius. I made straight for my hotel, the inappropriately named La Renaissance. A shower and a nap and I was ready for a look around.
Blois is a pretty town with a royal castle slap bang in the middle of it. At least this impressive pile can use the termRenaissance of itself without inviting derisive sniggers, though it is a collection of buildings of various architectural styles from medieval Gothic through Renaissance to Classical.
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The Eglise Saint-Nicolas has a choir and transept dating from the twelfth century and towers from the thirteenth.
The Cathédrale Saint-Louis has been rebuilt numerous times - notably in the twelfth, sixteenth and seventeenth centuries over the original Carolingian crypt. The present building is late Gothic.
After a tour of the sights, I had dinner on the Place Louis XII and then spent a hot night at the Hôtel La Renaissanceplagued by the most alarming noises from the plumbing.
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