Niort Dongeon

We wanted to get to the Douane early this morning, we hadn’t made an appointment and so we’re working on the theory if we got there fairly early we may be lucky and find someone working.
We collected our ever enlarging folder of paperwork, ensuring we had everything we could think of regarding our entry into France, stamped Douane paperwork from Calais and Roxvanne papers.
It was a lovely bright sunny and warm morning and so the drive to Niort was fab. Just before Niort the sat nav took us off to the east around the outskirts of the town and finally to the Douane office. Parked up we went to the very smart office to find the door locked. Whilst checking the signs on the door a man appeared, opened the door and ushered us inside. We explained our reason for visiting and we’re very soon sitting in an office with him - he being the douane officer we needed to see fortunately. To say he was helpful was an understatement, and everything was explained perfectly to us (although it will cost us financially - but then he is a customs/tax man) - and he spoke enough English that it made life a lot more simple. On seeing the stamped certificates sheet we had obtained from Calais, he showed us a cupboard full of files he was dealing with and exclaimed we were the first ‘Ever’ to have brought him a stamped certified document. So I have to take my hat off to Teresa, who I had moaned at for making me drive around Calais on day 1 to find the Calais Douane! I will never live it down.
All sorted with the very nice man at the Douane and aware of what we now needed to do - and pay . . . We drove into Niort.
We headed generally into the town centre and finally parked up in a little side street Rue Barbeziere. From here walked to the first coffee shop we could find where we sat to quickly discuss the visit to the Douane.
We then walked through the town, which was lovely - with main shopping types streets mixed together with narrow sides streets and thoroughfares. We then stumbled into Place des Halles and straight into market day! The market here is set up in a raised area which also holds a large indoor market area. The food on offer here was as normal fresh and appetising, and within the inside market were small restaurant areas which were busy.
Overlooking the side of the market area is Niort Castle.
The Donjon de Niort or Château de Niort (the former is most often used today) is a medieval castle in Niort. It consists of two square towers, linked by a 15th-century building and dominates the Sèvre Niortaise valley.
The two donjons are the only remaining part of the castle. The castle was started by Henry II Plantagenet and completed by Richard the Lionheart. It was defended by a rectangular curtain wall and was damaged during the Wars of Religion. In the 18th century, the castle served as a prison.
Whilst admiring the castle we heard what appeared to be a group singing and so we walked down towards the river. As we approached the singing stopped, but more music started . . . We hadn’t stumbled across an impromptu concert - just a full on demonstration 😂. It was the most well orderly protest I think I’ve ever seen.
After the demo had passed we walked down to the river which passes through the town on its north west corner. The Sèvre Niortaise is a 158.4 km long river in the Nouvelle-Aquitaine and Pays de la Loire regions, flowing into the Atlantic Ocean. Its source is in the Deux-Sèvres department, near Sepvret, north of Melle.
From here we walked back through the backstreets ack to Place des Halles looking for a lunch spot. Fortunately before lunch I found a vinyl record shop with hundreds of albums for me to flick through. Tre realised that to let me purchase something quickly would get me out of the shop a lot faster. Album securely bagged and under my arm we left to find a place for lunch, not before I promised the guy in the shop that I would be back for a longer visit soon.
After a light lunch we headed back to Roxvanne and then began the drive home. Tre had another spell driving some of the way until stopping at SuperU in Melle for fuel.
Home not long after we sat out in the sunshine again until about 7pm.
Dinner was one or my favourites - Merguez sausages, which Tre had jazzed up with some oven roasted onions and a little from a special jar of crispy chilli I’d hidden from the UK to here - but been found out.
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