Leaving Brittany behind, we headed south to Tours by train to the Loire Valley. The train ride was blissfully uneventful, even though enroute we held our breath when we realized we had only .10 of a tank of gas in our rental car.
We’re staying in a regular bed and breakfast, la Maison Jules, very close to the train station. It’s tres chic!
But back to the cathedral— WELL ANOVE AVERAGE. The stained glass windows rival anything we saw in Paris and simply the quantity overwhelmed me. The vaulted ceiling is massively high. A dear docent tried with all her might to make us understand in French the miracle of WW II and how only tiny holes were made in a few windows . At least we think that was what she was telling us. I must read the history.
Dinner tonight was thoroughly French and delicious. I think the highlight was my “mushroom soup” which was a heavenly concoction topped with a whipped up foie gras/Camembert cloud sprinkled with what I think were ground salts and pepper. Sigh…