Thursday, 10 September 2015
The Alps - Day 22 - Saverne (Hotel National) to Montreuil-sur-Mer (Chambre d'Hote St Justin)
Another cloudless morning.
We enjoyed croissants and coffees from a boulangerie next door to the hotel, rather than pay lots for a buffet breakfast in a smoke tainted room. It was very pleasant outside.
The 380 mile journey to Montreuil-sur-Mer (a name which always puzzles me as the sea is nowhere to be seen) passed largely uneventfully. Just a very short section of French motorway was followed before we travelled through Germany, Luxembourg (good coffee), Belgium, and back to France for the final stage along 'A' roads and through Arras.
We'd not stopped in Arras before, but we found a large town not without interest. The town hall is dominated by a tall belfry, and its front door looks out onto a magnificent square (pictured top). We wished we had more time to explore.
Sue had wisely phoned ahead to book a B&B for tonight. It's excellent. We are the only guests. We arrived at 6.30 and enjoyed a cuppa before setting off to stroll around the town walls (bottom picture) and top up our bellies.
The town is preparing for an event at the weekend. Frappadingue are setting up a challenging course under the banner:
'Extreme mud racing for crazy folks' - the sort of thing our good friend Alan Roberts gets up to. We will be home by the time it takes place. What a shame!