…is the day I followed in the footsteps of Jean-Claude the French Canadian. When I was at school we used text-books that followed his story as he travelled to La Rochelle to stay with his French family. As I cycled into La Rochelle today I remembered the imaginary walks around the market and asking for directions to the port! It was nothing like I had imagined, but it was brilliant.
The cycling was also great, with only a few breaks, beautiful scenery and long fast roads. The sun broke through after a damp start, still one man down, and it continued to shine through the day; the previous two rainy days were forgotten.
We got to the campsite at about 230pm and set up tents, then headed into La Rochelle Centre Ville. We hadn’t realised it was a Bank Holiday equivalent and it was a brilliant atmosphere. Street Entertainers, markets, music, food, it was all going on. The fort/castle structure gives a oldie feel to that whole area. We sat around on the dockside and chatted. We had wandered through the streets enjoying the entertainment, apart from the stupid statues.
Evening came and we headed to a restaurant! The Major allowed us to shun the camping stoves since it was Al’s last night with us. It was a delightful, social evening: true holiday.
12 o’Clock Photos