| The Loire: September 29 |
Pavane pour une Infante Defunte by Ravel... 
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We awoke to find a thick blanket of fog over the entire area, as dense as
any we serve up in San Francisco. Looking out the hotel door we couldn't even
see Chambord. As we walked closer the building slowly began to take shape.
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This was one of the scenes that impressed me the most on our vacation.
(I found a photo in a travel magazine of Chambord enshrouded in that same fog,
so it must not be too unusual.) Anyway, Al took our first photos of the trip.
By the time he had finished the sun had burned off the fog and exposed a clear
blue sky. The whole time we were alone, except for some workers going into
chateau...not a single tourist; the only time on our vacation we could feel
we had a place to ourselves.
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We headed off without breakfast, drove past Blois and Amboise, and searched
for a chateau. We found one with a vacancy but decided not to stay as it
lacked the desired ambiance. The next couldn't take us for three nights
but the owner made a phone call to a neighbor, the
Chateau de Pintray.
We checked in, left our suitcases and headed off to Montrichard,
a small town on the River Cher. This is a neat little town with a
ruined castle looming above a cluster of medieval houses. A long steep
climb to the castle rewards one with great views of the area, but not
much else, except for lots of hawks and falcons kept on tethers for
tourists to look at. I'd prefer to see them free in the sky.
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Our next stop was Chenonceau, one of the area's most famous chateaus.
It is built partially over the River Cher and has wonderful gardens.
It is what one imagines a chateau should look like.
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We drove back to Amboise, on the banks of the Loire, the nearest large
town to our Chateau de Pintray. Had ice cream and coffee in a great
little ice cream/coffee shop. Back to Pintray to unpack and rest before
dinner. That morning, the people checking out of our room had raved
about a nearby restaurant, so we decided to give it a try. Called Val
de Loire, it is owned by a young couple who are trying to make it on
their own. He had been an assistant chef who wanted to run his own
kitchen. The food was magnificent, really more than we would normally
eat; but with great will power, we forced ourselves right through dessert.
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