Finally a beautiful day – little wind, and often at our
backs. It’s amazing the effect a bit of
wind has. If it is 10km in your face and
you are traveling at 15km, then you have an effective head wind of 25km – makes
forward progress much, much harder. A
10km wind at your back when one is traveling at 15km means an effective head
wind of 5km – a HUGE difference.
Again a scenic day, very level, paved trail much of the
time, river, canals, châteaus. We approached the city of Orléans about lunch
time, and ate in a restaurant on the outskirts apparently catering to
construction and repair workers. We had
a good, plain meal – steak frites again for me.
We crossed the bridge into Orléans to see the cathedral – a huge
ornate structure rivaling Notre Dame in Paris.
Lots of restoration work has been done as there had been damage done
during the war. Orléans also played a
pivotal part in Jeanne d’Arc’s campaign to evict the English from France. It was here that she won one of her greatest
victories. We bicycled away from the
cathedral and down the Loire.
Bridges to Orléans, Cathedral in Center |
Arriving at
Meung-sur-Loire, we biked about a mile into the outskirts to the Gite – and no
one home! We rang the bell; Gerard
phoned and left a message. From a neighbor, we learned that the woman had gone to the doctor that afternoon. Finally we
went to a park to wait. We had arrived
relatively early in the afternoon, but after two hours, Gerard found a hotel
about 10km away in Beaugency. Gerard
left another message on the answering machine at the Gite and we left. We arrived
at Beaugency, crossing an old stone bridge on the Loire. We stayed in an old hotel in town and ate in
a restaurant across the street. Very
satisfactory.
There is an amusing legend about the old stone bridge in
Beaugency. Many years ago, it seems the townspeople had
difficulty crossing the river by boat but did not have the means to construct a
bridge. A well-dressed man appeared one
day and offered to provide a bridge in one night, provided he got the soul of
the first user of the bridge. In
desperation, the townspeople agreed. The
next morning, to their astonishment, they had their bridge! Looking across, they could see a shadowy
figure on the other side. Resourcefully,
they sent a cat across first. Upon its
arrival on the other side the Devil seized his prey and disappeared in a rage.
We had a really good breakfast in the hotel the next
morning. Distance about 70km.
Beaugency Bridge |
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