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France – Le Puy-en-Velay, Day 3

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6th September 2022

Today we had a slow wander around Le Puy-en-Velay. Our first stop being the Lace Museum, which despite the advertisements, no longer had the automatic machine for making lace. Such a swizz. There was a passing reference to UK lace making, which made R cross because of slight inaccuracies over bobbins & spangles. (Apparently, not every county has spangles on their bobbins like Buckinghamshire, but few counties were even mentioned.)

R surprised by the street decorations, not exactly the normal flags.

We ate a very good sandwich lunch in a cafe, where I had stood and watched the previous night’s entertainment.

More walking to where I thought I had watched more of the night’s entertainment.

The Hotel de Ville had a garden outside, complete with a vegetable section with tomatoes, aubergines, chillies etc. An old, stooped lady was gathering her meal for the night and eating straight from the plants.

The city boasted a somewhat huge Hotel Du Departement. Hotels de Ville we’ve seen before but never a Hotel Du Departement.

France – Le Puy-en-Velay, Day 2

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5th September 2022

This was our sightseeing day. We headed out and both of us walked up the Rocher Saint-Michel d’Aiguilhe. This chapel was built in 969 on a volcanic plug, 85 metres high. There are steps all the way to the top. Some good carved angels. Swallows were soaring in the breeze around the rock.

Back down, then up again to the cathedral, and down Rue des Tables to have lunch in a cafe, of course we ate Puy Lentils. We had not realized that this town was The Puy Lentil town and had in fact imported some.

We walked back up Rue des Tables to the cathedral. The entrance to the cathedral is up yet more steps. When inside, looking back, the entrance looks like a hole in the floor, descending to the street and back on down the street. The cathedral is a national monument and is a centre of pilgrimage. It forms part of the pilgrimage route to Santiago de Compostela. I then went up the Notre-Dame de France. This is a statue cast out of 213 Russian cannons captured during the Crimean War and given to the town of Le Puy-en-Velay by the Emperor Napoleon III. You can climb up inside the statue and peer out of the top, or through numerous portals on her side. The statue is bolted together from many sections.

Back down on earth, we visited a small supermarket, and then back to the campsite for supper.

After sunset I went out to see some of the son-et-lumiere being displayed in the city. Various stories were being told by projecting images onto the buildings or volcanic plugs. I did not manage to see them all, there were 9 in total scattered around the city.

  • Le Rocher Saint-Michel D’Aiguilhe – A story of the creation of the volcano, then the church.
  • La Chapelle Saint Alexis – A music festival
  • La Cathedrale Notre-Dame – The history
  • Place Du Plot – Products of the Land
  • La Mairie – The colours of France

Puy de Lumieres – Video of five sites

France – Le Puy-en-Velay, Day 1

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4th September 2022

After the night parked in Jen and Bev’s, we played again with Lottie the dog before departing with J&B to Brantôme en Périgord, where we had a coffee in a cafe run by a couple of South Africans. A quick look around, and then we headed our diverse ways, J&B back home and us onto Le Puy-en-Velay.

Why Puy-en-Velay? We had never heard of it. I drew a line on the map from Cussac to the Verdon Gorge, our selected destination. Then I selected a campsite halfway along the line, preference given to campsites in a town. Puy-en-Valey came up, it looked interesting with its volcanic history. There was an ACSI campsite in town, as we prefer to be within a short walk of shops, restaurants and bars

The drive to Puy-en-Velay was fairly tedious, again a slow route across country on minor and departmental roads. Some areas were ski resorts, and there were road markers for the inevitable winter snow. The highland moors were being patrolled by numerous kites and buzzards. Never seen quite so many. We eventually arrived after 5 and half hours at 17:16 and took the very last pitch available in the campsite. There were at least two other vans waiting behind us. We set up under a tree and had supper.

Steve with a wasp sting on the lip.

The drama of the day occurred after the sun set. I took a last swig of his beer without looking and offended a wasp who was having a drink. The wasp stung me on my lip. Rosemary removed the quite large barb from my lip and administered internal and external antihistamine treatment. We both reread the instructions on the EpiPen in case it was needed. Other than a swollen lip, which partly subsided during the night, the services of the hospital next door were not required. R issued a new standing instruction to check glass & bottle before taking a swig – crunch & stinging sensations should not occur.