Thursday, June 2, 2022

Springtime... Again!

 

The lovely town of Romorantin-Lanthenay.

We finally took our new car on a road trip! The occasion was a family reunion with my daughter Nina, her husband Riki, and my brother-in-law Christian and his wife Christiane. They live in a region of France north of us known as La Sologne, in the Loire Valley. That puts it in central France, a bit south of Orléans. In former times it was heavily forested, and the hunting preserve of the king. While it is associated with the famous châteaux de la Loire, for me it is always connected to my early years in France. Much of the land has been cleared for farms, but there are still vast tracks of forest, mostly privately owned, and mostly still used for hunting.  

Our trip north went well. It required six hours of driving, which meant the whole journey lasted about eight hours, what with lunch and other stops. We arrived in the town of Romorantin-Lantheny—Romo for short—where Paula had booked us a very nice Airbnb house. It was a classic Romorantin house, perhaps 150 years old but wonderfully modernized: three stories, two bedrooms (and an enormous bath!), plus a very pleasant sitting area in back. Nina and Riki showed up soon after we did and we all relaxed and chatted for a bit before heading over to see my brother- and sister-in-law.

Where we stayed in Romo--classic 19th century.

It turns out that they were not at their house, about a 10 minute walk from us, but at la cabine, their cabin, a place out in the woods they’d bought decades ago. We've been there a number of times, and I sort of knew the way. It turned out it was only about a 10 minute drive from where we were staying; we drove along a simple open country road. 

Christian greets us from the terrace of la cabine.

Worst. Boule. Court. Ever. Hey, it's out in the woods, what do you want!

We had a fabulous time, visiting with not just Christian and Christiane, but also their daughter Carole, her husband Bastian, and their two boys, Oscar and Adam. After hiking through the woods, studying the near-by river, or playing boules in the rough grass near the cabin, we had long, leisurely evening meals on the terrace. This far north twilight is long and slow, encouraging the French habit of lingering over a multi-course meal.



Things get a little fuzzy as the wine bottles empty... (Nina's photo captures the moment).


On our first full day we explored the town of Romorantin. Like many towns in France, it is not particularly distinguished today, yet has a long and interesting history. At one time it was slated to be the capital of France.

The Chancellerie de Romorantin--where the royal seals were kept when the king was in residence back in the 15th century.

François I, the King of France, wanted to make this town his capital in the 16th century. He enlisted the aid of Leonardo da Vinci to help him design a magnificent city and a huge palace. The original plan was to bring together three rivers from the area to make a vast water works centered on Romorantin. But the plague and wars—and time—intervened and that plan never came about. (Leonardo da Vinci did spend the last years of his life at the court of François I in the city of Amboise, an hour west—by modern car, not horse-drawn carriage!)

The four of us, with the river Sauldre and Romorantin behind.


Today the remains of this early work are still visible in downtown Romo where the river Sauldre splits around an island in the middle of town. It’s a beautiful area and we enjoyed our time walking and admiring the old buildings, mute testimony to the long history of the town.

A canal running through town, part of the early water works.


A classic home in Romorantin; we were almost hoping those were for sale signs!
(But no, this homeowner is content to be here)

We had two more wonderful evenings at the cabin (love those long, slow sunsets!) before finally heading out Monday morning. We started with a pleasant half hour drive through the countryside with Nina and Riki to the train station in another small town. They were returning to Paris and ultimately Seville; we, however, got back on the highway and headed south, arriving home in Montpellier well before dark.

 

An enthusiastic selfie by long-armed Ricardo; that's Christiane at the far end.

        Spring

Yes, it’s happened! Spring is fully here. We’re in that delicious phase where the rigid cold (it gets down into the 40s here!) has passed, yet the dreaded summertime canicules (heat waves) have yet to start. The views from our apartment have greened up considerably, the birds in the trees behind us are going wild (Birds Gone Wild!) And we have become even more aware of the “pocket gardens” maintained by the city. These are little patches of land, odd corners stuck between a couple of streets, or in front of a wall or building, that have been nicely landscaped and kept up.

 

One of our favorite pocket parks: California desert plants!


Our view from the boules court: every few weeks new flowers appear.

The park where we play pétanque every Tuesday morning has several planter areas. It's satisfying that every few weeks the city comes by and replants them. One week we’re there and it’s a mound of dirt; the next week, new flowers! On a recent Tuesday there was a mound near the entrance. By the time we left (three hours, including our picnic lunch) it was full of flowers!

        Thanks, Montpellier!


When we arrived to play boules, this was a mound of dirt. These guys transformed it while we played!


 

What We’re Doing

What are we doing? Nothing much, enjoying the weather and planning our next excursions. We bought some gear for the beach, and we’ll be keeping the umbrella and the fold-up chairs in the back of the car. (Oddly, the excellent tram system here stops about a mile and a half from the sea!)

Of course, we are planning our next excursions. We’re hoping to get over to see the famed lavender fields of Provence (we visited them a couple of years back, read about it here). We also have plans to get back to Corsica in the fall, this time via ferry with our own car. And, we will be escaping the aforementioned canicules by spending the month of July in Brittany, part of it with Paula’s brother, Mark.

 

Stay tuned!




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