Montrichard

We drove south along country roads through villages and forests. We stopped at a large chateau at Chambord when Sharon spied it through a long avenue of trees. On the road to Montrichard we were stopped at an intersection by a great line up of vehicles. Five helicopters were parked in a wheat field and police were on duty. Hundreds of people lined the road on either sides, some with tables and chairs. We had stumbled by accident onto Le Tour. I positioned myself on the side of the road on the bend, nearly a little too close, as when the riders came around the bend I could feel their breeze. There was a small breakaway then the pelaton stormed though, followed by a cavalcade of cars, then it was over. Sharon texted Tom to say we were on the side of the road in France waiting for the pelaton. Father was on the side of the road in a blue jumper. He was watching on TV and said he might have seen us from the helicopter as they rounded the bend.

We stumbled also on a B & B, an old farm house, outside Saint Quentin/Indrois. We are surrounded by farms growing wheat, the gardens and the hosts are lovely. Sharon had a chance to practice her French as Joel is totally French. She did a fine job.  Luckily Joel’s wife, Marie came home a bit later on and she spoke English quite well and we were able to communicate a little more.