La Riche

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  • Day12


    July 19, 2020 in France ⋅ ☀️ 26 °C

    Na even de kathedraal van binnen te hebben bekeken (wat mooi!) is het tijd voor boodschappen. Het is zondag dus dan zijn 's middags de winkels dicht. Dus ik dacht nog nét op tijd te zijn. Alleen ben ik niet de enige met die gedachte haha. Ach kan ik even op temperatuur komen in deze verkoelde Intermarché. Hopelijk vind ik zo zonder problemen de weg terug naar de route 😬Read more

    Jouk Ovinge

    Ze waren allemaal op Tours door de winkel😉! Goed bezig Femke en geniet☺️!

  • Day3

    La Vieille Ville - die Altstadt

    October 4 in France ⋅ ⛅ 18 °C

    Vom Place Chateauneuf hat man einen wunderbaren Blick auf St. Martin und den Tour Charlemagne. Den kann man leider nur samstags im Rahmen einer Führung besteigen. Bis zum Place Plumereau mit seinen schönen Fachwerkhäusern waren es nur ein paar Schritte. Dort habe ich einen leckeren Sauvignon getrunken und das bunte Treiben auf mich wirken lassen. Im Gegensatz zu Paris ist Tours ein Dorf und ich bin noch nicht auf einen deutschen Touristen getroffen, was ganz angenehm ist. Zum Abschluss dieses tollen Tages beobachte ich den Sonnenuntergang über der Loire. Ein Träumchen. Wenn die Hängebrücke auf der ich stehe nur nicht so wackeln würde 🤢Read more

    Anja Lück

    Ich liebe solche Fachwerkhäuser

    Anja Lück

    Soo rein schöner Sonnenuntergang

    Lutz Kircheis

    Das sind ja Postkartenmotive. Toll gemacht.

  • Day31

    Goodbye Sam & Carol

    September 20, 2019 in France ⋅ 🌙 18 °C

    Our time in Amboise had been a highlight for all our team. The spirit of da Vinci is everywhere, especially as this year marks the 500th year since his death. Our accommodation at the historic Clos D'Amboise had also been memorable. After all it is not often that you get the chance to stay in a 400 year old mansion.

    The morning dawned crystal clear but quite chilly. Our riders began the day decked out in jackets and jumpers - a far cry from those scorching hot days that we shared together in Avignon, just three weeks previously.

    We had not gone more than a km or so before we found ourselves in the middle of the weekly market. Once again the temptation was just too great for the female members of the group and they quickly disappeared with their purses in their hands. I stayed to watch the bikes.

    About 30 minutes later Maggie reappeared. "There is a great hat shop that you should look at", she demanded. It was useless to debate the issue, so I meekly followed her like I always do. About 10 minutes later I was the reluctant owner of a newsboy cap. I suppose I should be grateful that it only cost me 25 Euro, and not the $65 Euro that Gordon and Gerry had paid for theirs. I had to admit that it was a bit of fun wearing it and I did feel a little more French than before.

    The ride soon meandered into the vineyards of the Montlouis region where we rode through a succession of vineyards and past a series of underground wine cellars. Wine is obviously a big deal in this region, but as a non drinker, the big mystery to me is why anyone would actually pay money to drink the stuff.

    We also encountered some of the biggest hills of the ride so far. Of course the ebike riders sailed up with huge smiles on their faces, while the rest of us huffed and puffed in their wake. Yvonne had decided to take up the ebike previously used by Samantha, so she had an extra reason to be enjoying herself.

    We rejoined the path along the Loire on the outskirts of Tours and then crossed the river on a bikes only bridge. It was a glorious way to be introduced to this substantial city of some 400,000 inhabitants. Our hotel is the appropriately named "Grand Hotel", situated right next to the amazingly beautiful Gare de Tours railway station.

    The Grand Hotel was once one of the city's luxury hotels and it still bears the wonderful Art Deco style that was so popular during the 20's and 30's. Although the hotel now feels like a grand old dame who is now enjoying a stately retirement, we were thrilled to find that the room was spacious and looked directly out to the front of the railway station.

    In the evening we enjoyed a "Private Soiree" at the Petite Cuisine. This was a remarkable experience as we were the special guests at what felt like the owner's house. We were all seated around a large table while the owner and her assistant cooked our dinners in the fully visible kitchen. It was another unique dining experience in our culinary odyssey.
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  • Day53

    A Long Trying Tour to Tours

    October 12, 2019 in France ⋅ ⛅ 17 °C

    We knew it was always going to be a long day. With around 400 km of driving on unfamiliar roads to get back from Sarlat to Tours, I had not exactly been looking forward to the challenge, especially considering the propensity the Peugeot's GPS seems to have to keep directing us into the narrowest roads in France.

    Although we checked and rechecked the route on Google maps, the first 75 km was still rather tortuous. On the positive side of the ledger, the difficult roads rewarded us every few minutes with absolutely delightful scenery. If at all possible, the autumn colours seem to be changing by the day, and the colour palette that is displayed is amazing. Although we have often travelled in Europe at this time of the year, we have never stayed around long enough to witness the full cycle as the trees shed all their leaves for the coming winter. Maybe one year .......

    It was not until we finally hit the first toll road that we were really able to make up for some lost time. I wound the cruise control up to a little over 130 kph and was finally able to see the km start to fly by. We also started to see the first road signs pointing the way to Paris and counting down the km. In a way we felt like we were already heading home.

    The next long section of road was even better - not only did it have a 130 kph speed limit, but it was free. The GPS told me that there would be no turns for over 200 km. It was a little boring, but we needed to get to Tours before 5 pm to return the rental car.

    All was going very well until we saw a flashing light by the side of the freeway. It warned that there was a traffic accident ahead. On went the brakes (hoping that the cars behinds were equally alert). We were soon stationary in an endless line of vehicles. I was quite impressed that the GPS display on the dashboard had already turned red, indicating that there was a big delay on this road. I am not sure how it worked, but it was interesting to see technology in action.

    For the next 30 minutes we sat there. I started to have visions of us still being there at nightfall, but eventually the line of cars started to move and we were on our way again.

    It was then that another problem started to raise its ugly head - we needed fuel. Although we were still on that 200 km section of freeway, they do have "Aires" every 20 km or so. These are large rest/fuel/restaurant stops that are frequented by the huge tour buses. Every few minutes one of these awful buses pulls in to disgorge their bored passengers to make a beeline for the toilets and to buy some horrible plastic sandwiches. What a disgusting way to have a European holiday, but that is the way that millions of people get to experience France.

    It is always a confusing process to purchase petrol. We have had this problem before, when for some unknown reason, many petrol stations do not seem to recognise our VISA cards. We thought we had hit the jackpot when we discovered that this one was happy with our card. It was a pity that we could not follow the rest of the instructions. I should have felt the inner feeling of foreboding doom as I happily filled the car, but I was just relieved to hear the fuel sloshing into the tank.

    After filling the tank, I looked again at the instructions. The bowser already had our credit card details and I wondered how I was meant to tell it that the transaction was finished. I stood staring at the little images, until Maggie yelled at me from the car to "Get going". Maybe she was already needing another toilet stop. I climbed back in the car and continued the drive. It turned out to be an expensive mistake.

    The next couple of hours went by without incident (apart from several more toilet stops for Maggie), until we were on the outskirts of Tours. Since we needed to return the car with a tankful of petrol, we needed one more petrol station. We found one without much trouble, however this one would not accept our card. In such circumstances you have to resort to "Plan B".

    We noticed a friendly looking Frenchman at the next pump and indicated that we needed help. In a mixture of fractured French and sign language, we explained that our card would not work. He agreed to use his card and we immediately paid him back in cash. He seemed happy and so were we. It was another example of the fact that most human beings will treat you well if you are friendly and smile a lot.

    All that remained was to safely navigate the final few km into the centre of Tours and return the car. The rental depot was right at the train station and we happened to arrive at the same time as a major train. The streets near the station were jammed with cars trying to pick people up from the station. On top of this we had no real idea of where to return our car. The stress levels started to soar again.

    Fortunately I managed to find a blind alley and decided to leave the car there while Maggie walked to the rental car office. I figured that I had got it safely this far, they could figure out what to do next. A few minutes later a friendly young fellow came out, checkout the car to make sure we had not written it off and then bade us "Au Revoir". It was another chapter of our long adventure which had been successfully completed.

    All that remained was to catch a train to the Gare de Tours station and then find our hotel. When we emerged from the huge central station we immediately felt home. On our left was the huge Grand Hotel which had been our home about three week's earlier. The sky was clear and the temperature was in the mid 20s - it was delightful.

    A few minutes later we were searching for the nearby Hotel Linxa. We were a little underwhelmed to find that it consisted only of a door with a tiny sign. The door was firmly locked. We pushed the tiny button and eventually a middle aged guy came out to meet us.

    The listing on proudly announced "We speak your language", however this must only be true if your language is French. The guy spoke not a SINGLE word of of English. In a country where we have been told over and over that all the children learn English in school, they must all be shocking students since most of them forget everything they learn as soon as they walk out the school door.

    Even more daunting that his lack of English was the fact that hotel had no lift, only a very narrow and very steep staircase leading to our room on the second floor. We were both tired and this was almost enough to break us. We dragged, pulled, heaved and lifted our luggage and then both collapsed onto the bed. This type of holiday is hard work.

    A little while later, when my breath had returned, I decided to check the on line banking to see that the day's transaction had been processed correctly. To my horror I found that the petrol station had charged me over $200 for the petrol I had used. Since the car could not hold a fraction of that quantity of fuel, I have to assume that whoever used the pump next was able to fill up on my account. It was another example of the perils of petrol purchasing in a foreign country.

    Although it was a rather unpleasant discovery, it was not the end of the world. We had survived the long drive, we had enjoyed a wonderful holiday and we were back in Tours. Tomorrow we will be in Paris. In the overall scheme of things, losing a $100 or so is a rather trivial matter. Perhaps we will regard it as a learning experience, in the meantime I can gain many brownie points by continually reminding Maggie that it was her fault, and that she will have to greatly reduce her spending for the rest of the trip.
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    Dennis Dawson

    We made it safely to Tours, after a very long day on the road.

    Margot Schuhmacher

    Hopefully the $200 fuel money is a pre-authorisation charge which should be refunded when the actual amount is processed

    Dennis Dawson

    Nope it is definitely a fuel charge. At least someone else got a free tankful or two of petrol. Worse things can happen. C'est la vie.

    Dennis Dawson

  • Day4

    Bummel durch Amboise

    October 5 in France ⋅ ⛅ 16 °C

    Amboise ist ein hübsches kleines Städtchen am Ufer der Loire. Neben den Schlössern gibt es eine Altstadt mit vielen Boutiquen und Cafés, die zum Bummeln und Verweilen einladen. Man kann sich hier gut einen Tag lang die Zeit sinnvoll vertreiben.Read more

  • Day3

    Ankunft in Tours

    October 4 in France ⋅ ⛅ 17 °C

    Ich bin gegen Mittag in Tours angekommen, alles hat vortrefflich geklappt. Mein Hotel ist klein und süß, mein Dachzimmer sehr romantisch. Ich habe einen kleinen Stadtbummel gemacht, um mir einen Überblick zu verschaffen. Die Stadt ist klein, sauber und gefällt mir sehr gut. Am Schloss vorbei, der Loire guten Tag gesagt, bin ich ins Stadtzentrum gelaufen, war etwas bummeln und habe anschließend eine Pause im Hof des Musée des Beaux Arts gemacht. Dort steht eine 217 Jahre alte Libanonzeder. Majestätisch und Ruhe spendend.Read more

  • Day4

    Château Royal d'Amboise

    October 5 in France ⋅ 🌧 13 °C

    Mein heutiger Ausflug führte mich nach Amboise, nur 17 Minuten mit dem Rémi und 6 Euro von Tours entfernt. Das Wetter war grauenvoll, Regen und Sturm, fast hätte es mich weggeweht. Ich bin gleich ins Schloss geflohen, welches ein perfektes Bild des luxuriösen Lebens im Frankreich des 15. Jahrhundert liefert. Karl der VIII hat es sich hier im Stile der Renaissance gut gehen lassen und Leonardo da Vinci wurde erst im Hof begraben und dann in die hauseigene Kapelle umgelagert. Neben den prunkvollen Räumen ist der tolle Blick über Amboise und die Loire zu bestaunen. Nachdem ich damit fertig war, hatte der Regen aufgehört und ich habe mir den schönen Garten angesehen. Begleitet vom Klippklapp der Heckenscheren, mit denen emsige Arbeiter die Buchsbäume beschnitten haben.Read more

  • Day3

    Besuch beim heiligen Martin

    October 4 in France ⋅ ⛅ 18 °C

    Die Basilika zu Ehren des heiligen Martin ist wesentlich jünger als die Kathedrale von Tours, sie wurde 1925 geweiht. Sie wurde im romanisch-byzantinische Stil erbaut und beherbergt in der Krypta das Grab von Saint Martin. Wer jetzt an die Martinsgans denkt, liegt richtig. Der Legende nach war Martin ein Soldat, der viel Gutes tat. Unter anderem hat er in einer kalten Winternacht seinen Mantel durch einen Schwerthieb geteilt und damit einen Bettler vorn Erfrieren gerettet. Die Einwohner von Tours wollten ihn zum Bischof wählen, aber der bescheidene Martin versteckte sich im Gänsestall, weil er sich vor dem Amt drücken wollte. Die Gänse haben ihn jedoch durch ihr Schnattern verraten, er wurde zum Bischof und das Federvieh kam zur Strafe in den Kochtopf. Am 11. November 397 ist er gestorben und wir feiern seither das Martinsfest.Read more

  • Day3

    Cathédrale de Tours

    October 4 in France ⋅ ⛅ 19 °C

    Mein Weg führte mich auch zur Kathedrale Saint Gatien und kaum hatte ich den Innenraum betreten, war ich auch schon verliebt. Die Orgel spielte und die Sonne zauberte durch die Buntglasfenster viele bunte Lichttupfer auf Boden und Säulen. Die Kirche gothischen Baustils ist riesig und hat ein wunderschönes Kirchenschiff dessen Aufmachung mich an die Sainte Chapelle in Paris erinnert hat. Ich war überwältigt und hatte eine Gänsehaut von der tollen Atmosphäre. Entstanden ist Saint Gatien zwischen dem 11. und dem 15. Jahrhundert, die erste Kirche stand aber bereits 338 an dieser Stelle.Read more

  • Day4

    Auf den Spuren von Leonardo da Vinci

    October 5 in France ⋅ 🌧 14 °C

    Leonardo da Vinci hat die letzen drei Jahre seines Lebens in Amboise verbracht. Er hat im Château du Clos Lucé gewohnt, wo er zwei seiner bekanntesten Werke - die Mona Lisa und Johannes der Täufer - fertiggestellt hat, die beide im Louvre hängen. Außerdem hat er sich mit diversen Themen auseinandergesetzt, Experimente gemacht und den Grundstein für viele technische Apparate und wissenschaftliche Theorien gelegt. Rund ums Schloss befindet sich ein wunderschöner Garten mit einer von ihm konstruierten Brücke und ein großer Park zum Lustwandeln. Großartig, ich wäre am liebsten sofort eingezogen. Ich habe mich aber die ganze Zeit gefragt, wann Leonardo mal geschlafen oder gegessen hat, er muss fast nur am Malen und Tüfteln gewesen sein. Ein bewundernswerter Mann. Allerdings musste ich etwas schmunzeln, als ich auf dem Weg zum Bahnhof noch einen Abstecher zu seiner Statue gemacht habe. Selbstverliebt liegend präsentiert er sein von den vielen Berührungen inzwischen goldenes Geschlecht. Ich kam nicht umhin, seinen Penis zu reiben. Für alle Fälle, bringt ja vielleicht Glück.Read more

    Lutz Kircheis

    Man muss tun wozu man Lust hat.


You might also know this place by the following names:

La Riche, La Riche-Extra, 37520, Ла-Риш, 拉里什