Monday, July 16th
I stuck a pin in the map of France and it took us to Troyes, SE of Paris. I have to confess that I don’t even remember even saying the name troyes, never mind actually going there. It was a very nice surprise for us.
We went to the Troyes Municipal site, on the edge of town. It’s actually nicer than some private sites we’ve used in the past but it’s clear that most people (mostly Dutch, Belgians and Germans) were using at a transit camp, en-route to somewhere South, or heading home.
Now I’ve seen Troyes city centre I’d definitely go back for another 2 nights. The centre is quite amazing. There are so many Medieval houses and buildings, in unbroken terraces, that you could film medieval dramas here with little more than moving the parked cars. It looks untouched for centuries in parts, very pretty.
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As we walked into town (25 minutes) it felt like a ghost-town and we assumed it was a quiet monday evening. However, just two streets away from the big indoor market (Halles), next to the church of St Jean au marché, was a very lively restaurant and shopping area.
I’d say it had the look of Honfleur in places, but with a modern shopping district as well.
I’m sure many people reading this will know Troyes quite well but for us, usually heading south from Cherbourg, we’ve rarely explored the eastern parts of France. We won’t drive by without stopping in future.
On tuesday we took the bus into town from near the campsite as it’s no real fun walking any distance in >30degC heat, especially walking back after a big lunch.
So that pretty much brought our latest French trip to an end. Just the matter of getting to Calais Eurotunnel on Wednesday and then heading home.
Wednesday, July 18.
We were packed and ready to go on Wednesday morning. We drove the 4 hours to Eurotunnel thinking we may get an earlier slot than the 17:20 one I’d booked. We were offered on at 16:16 (which got delayed to 16:50) so that meant getting to Folkestone and the dreaded M25 at rush-hour.
We decided that, instead of fighting our way back home at rush-hour we’d use a favourite Pub stopover near Ashford (unless you’ve actually experienced the M25 near Gatwick airport at 6pm you’ve never really experienced a traffic jam).
We got to the pub at around 5pm, parked up in their field and headed inside. As luck would have it it was their “Steak Night” !!! I know French cuisine is mostly superb but, after 3 weeks away, you just can’t beat Rump Steak, chips and a pint….which is what I had…and I didn’t stop at a pint.
Thursday, July 19.
Up at 6am, on the road at 6:30am, and we still managed to hit miles of slow-moving traffic on the M25. I truly can’t believe that people’s lives involved driving for hours, at walking pace, every single working day. The money may be good around London but really, no amount of money would tempt me to do that.
Anyway…luckily I only get to do it on my way home after a nice holiday. We were home before lunch and that concluded france 2018 !!!
It already feels like an age ago.
If you enjoy the Blogs then please drop me a comment. I’ll keep doing them anyway because it’s difficult to remember exactly where we went and what we did. They are as much an aide-memoir for us as reading material for anyone else.
OK. I have some short videos to edit together and then the admin is done.