Our first dinner in France was a very modest affair. Apart from the fact that the day we arrived on was a French bank holiday, therefore, most of the shops except newsagents were closed but also we, especially mum, were exhausted from a long drive. ‘Shall we eat our emergency foods?’ Mum sighed. ‘Japanese pot noodles?! Yeah, let’s!’ I was rather excited because I hadn’t had any Japanese instant noodle for years!
I must say I found it rather surreal that mum and I slurping the noodle and watching a French news programme on a flatscreen TV attached to the wall. ‘Have some plum tomatoes, mum.’ I passed a plastic containers with the tomatoes to her. I found those tomatoes at a general store / liquor shop which was a stone’s throw from the hotel. The shop was rather shabby and sparsely stocked but I managed to buy tomatoes, apple juice and yoghurt for the next day. I reckoned mum might have liked to have breakfast in our room rather than to visit a dining room because of her hip problem.
The next morning, we set off to our next destination, Limoges. From Tours, we took A10 and found the route pretty straight forward. ‘Look mum! You see the word “Poitiers”?’ The city was where one of the famous battles of the Hundred Years’ War took place, and I was excited to be close to the place even though we were passing it by on a motorway.
At a service near Luant, we had lunch. Instead of pre-made sandwiches, we decided to have some hot food – grilled fish on a bed of pilau rice each and a bowl of salad to share.
The dish was good except it was a bit under seasoned. Having said that, some people may have to watch out salt intake for their health reason, we thought.
One thing we found it shame during this road trip was how rare it was to come across motorway services which were equipped with decent eateries. We didn’t expect gourmet dining but hot food cooked at the premises. However, most of the services, except a couple of exceptions, offered pre-packed food and hot drink from vending machines only.
We found a “what to do when you are attacked by terrorists” instruction on the wall of a toilet.
Unlike during our visit to Strasbourg last summer, we didn’t see any group of soldiers patrolling the streets this time. Yet, the notice on the loo wall reminded us how real terrorists’ threats still were in France.
Between Tours and Limoges, there was a famous national park, le Parc natural régional de la Brenne. There was a large map of the park by the dining area.
We arrived at a hotel just before 3pm. As we stepped out of the car, we found the air warm and slightly humid as if it was going to rain later on. ‘Bonjour.’ I and mum walked through an automatic door and met by an owner of the hotel who somehow reminded me David Bowie – slender, blond and tanned. While mum sat on a chair by the vestibule, I asked him where I could find a pay-point for public parking. ‘We need to sort it out too!’ A couple who were checking in before us wanted to know the location of the machine also, so we all followed the owner to the corner of the street and bought tickets to display on the dashboards.
The hotel had a sweeping spiral staircase which was decorated beautifully, but alas, no lift! ‘Sorry mum.’ I apologised to her while I hoisted our cases to upstairs.
Our room had a large window which faced the street and the bathroom was large and well-equipped.
‘Now, we have to sort out our dinner.’ Mum appeared still not quite fit enough to walk too far nor to go up and down the stairs. ‘What do you wanna do?’ Mum suggested if we could have a little stroll around the vicinity of the hotel and decide what to do about the food. ‘Hopefully, we may find a deli or a bakery nearby!’
Unfortunately, we didn’t come across anything as such. There were a plenty of cafes and eateries but they were closed as the time was mid-afternoon, too late for lunch but too early for dinner!
Then, we bumped into the couple who we met at the hotel hall. ‘We are trying to find some shop to buy snack.’ I confided to them. ‘Ohhh, it’s not easy in France, is it?’ They suggested that I should ask the guy at the hotel.
Sure enough, he directed me to a Carrefour City which was situated a block away from the hotel. We have been sniffing at the wrong tree!, mum and I lamented. After taking mum back to the room, I went to the supermarket alone.
At the shop, I bought two boxes of salad, cartons of juice, a bag of croissants and four small boxes of yoghurt. ‘So the dinner is sorted then.’ I also bought a huge reusable Carrefour shopper made with cotton and the bag proved to be a very valuable asset during our road trip.
Now, I am gonna visit the famous Gare de Limoges-Bénédictins!
‘I will take pictures and show them to you, mum!’