In the 80s when I lived in London I went on a day trip to Calais with people from work. Some went shopping. The group I joined went straight to a restaurant, ate a big meal and went back to the boat.
Today we went to Saintes, forty five minutes by train inland from Châtelaillon, with our friends the Local Government Honcho and the Professor who have come to stay. I thought of that trip to Calais because we spent much of our time in Saintes eating an unexpected excellent meal at an Italian restaurant called insieme. Tomatoes and mozzarella; spaghetti with mussels; icecream in a sour cherry sauce with pastry objects whose name I can’t remember filled with limoncello. We drank an apply rosé (Infinito Santi) and some limoncello.
Though it deserves to be, Saintes seems not to be a tourist town. The couple at the table next to us – they left while we were feasting – reappeared later out of the house door opposite. A big advert at a bus stop assured a boulangerie’s customers that it would stay open all summer, opening at all its usual hours.
Unlike that trip to Calais feasting was not all we did. We also looked at Roman things. On the walk in from the railway station we looked at the arch of Germanicus
and other Roman items. I feel that the tourist office could market a 3D jigsaw offering a prize for who makes the most convincing set of arches and columns from the pieces of stone available.
It is not obvious that the present arrangements would win.
After our lunch in the old town we walked to the Roman amphitheatre. Different sources said it could seat 12, 15, 17 or 18 000 people. This can be compared to AFC Wimbledon’s ground at Plough Lane which has a capacity of 9 000.
My photos of the amphitheatre are no good. They are too small. So I can only plead with you to believe that when you are there you can imagine the arena full and the shouting. If you are near, go.
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Wedding clothes are visibly wedding clothes, even if you only see one person wearing them. We spotted several weddings in Saintes today.
Though it was a Saturday I thought of the song by Amadou and Mariam. Le dimanche à Bamako, c’est le jour des mariages. Sunday in Bamako is the day of weddings.