It's been a week since I've arrived in the Loire valley, and I definitely have more to say this time around. Let's start with my family, or "famille d'accueil," rather. The family Gendron-Bulot consists of Michel and Martine, the parents, and three kids — Mathieu (27, lives elsewhere), Mélanie (25, lives in Paris) and Maxime (18, the one whose room I'm living in). There you have it, the five MGBs.
Tours, as I said earlier, is your stereotypical quaint European town. I've walked beyond the Cher and the Loire, the two rivers sandwiching the main city, and everything in between. There's not much else to do here otherwise besides walking. You have Place Plumereau, a square with a multitude of bars and cafés, but there's a limit to how often one can go there. I think I've crossed that limit.
I have, however, stumbled upon some very interesting parks in the process of my wanderings — a large number of them done with Cody — and they include la Place François Sicard, le Jardin de Prébendes d'Oè and l'île Honoré de Balzac. I'll let the pictures do the talking.
While it isn't necessarily the most boring, I can see myself tiring of Tours after the second week (which is why I'm glad that we're here for only two weeks instead of a whole month). I guess you can view this as testing the waters, before you make the big splash in Paris. Now that's going to be another experience altogether.
A random square in Old Tours (l) and Place François Sicard (r)
An entrance to some house we came across (l), at the Expo Calder (r).
Le Pont Wilson (l), and the front of my house on Rue d'Entraigues (r).
"La Pata" on île Simon (l) and an alley way in Old Tours (r).
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